You forget how bad the dark is after a while.
You get used to the smell.
The damp.
The chill.
Until someone comes into your life.
And suddenly light floods and your sadness and hurt slowly evaporates.
You're left in sunshine for a while.
Until if, then, someone leaves.
Suddenly the room caves back into pitch black
and you're left with spots in your vision.
Reminders of what was.
And painful reconditions.
Soon the shadows whisper and caress your skin.
They make you shudder.
Black parasites fill your mind and make it knife-sharp edged coal.
And new monsters, creatures, appear each day.
The make you erode.
Suddenly, the darkness is a lot more scary than it used to be.
Until you get used to it again.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
