It's quiet
My head is buzzing
It's pitch black
I see shadows everywhere
I lie still
Thoughts are spinning
Closing my eyes
Only hurts
Darkness is not
The absence of light
It is within
And it consumes my lonely body
Tears streaming down
Thick and black
Not seeing something
Makes it more real
No sleep
For the restless
No rest
For the depressed
YOU ARE READING
Evanesco
PoetryWriting about depression, bipolar and confusion. From personal experience from when I was swallowed in darkness and failed to see the light all around me.
