Hora Nigra coming,
Hiding in the light,
Swallowing as it is running,
Doesn't help to fight.
Hora Nigra suspending,
Right above my head.
Sit in strange territory,
Even though I'm in my bed.
Hora Nigra arising,
Neutralize the scene.
Pulling out the secrets,
Of the places that I've been.
Hora Nigra eating,
Away at what's left of my soul.
Suspending me in twilight,
Never again I'm whole.
Hora Nigra leaving,
Nothing left to free.
No part left to salvage,
No voices left for me.
Hora Nigra ending,
At new moon by fire light.
Twinkling away at passing,
The sentence of my last plight.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
