Morphed like distorted light,
Dark like the fear of night,
With edges soft
Like a shirt worn oft
Or smudged pencil;
Soft and gray
Like a foggy day—
There,
But silent;
Lurking,
Creeping,
Holding on tight
With cold, clammy hands.
The only way
For the darkness
To stop clinging to you
Is for you
To start clinging to it.
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Random Poetry
PoetrySometimes poetry just bleeds out of me. Funny poetry, serious poetry, poetry that has good meter and complicated stuff, or poetry that's just a jumble of rhyming words. <Note: The first 20 or so are MOSTLY old poems, kinda light and silly and f...
