An Assortment of Poems

1

Inky blackness,
Turning souls,
Rancid darkness
Makes you cold,

Spinning, fading, blacking out,
Nothing will erase the doubt,

Falling.

Down

I look around, from outside to in
Knowing now
That I can't give in

That's not easy, though, you see
For the darkness has become my reality

If I gasp, if I scream tonight
It won't be enough to bring the light

It hurts
It burns
And yet I stay
And I hope that one day
I
Can
Stop