Darkness,
Shelter of ignorance, of laziness.
Dance of the deceit of lies sown and reaped.
Seduction of it, lust of the flesh.
To shine light on its seed,
Feels like a dangerous thing.
A little light swore forever to glow,
A little light vowed not to hide nor be blown.
I don't know if I believe,
Don't know if I want to.
This darkness apart of me,
If too far gone,
Oh God please help me.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
