I sit awake in the middle of the night
Looking for the truth
Oblivious to the fact
That it's inside me
I just can't find it.
I lock myself in a room
Just so I can hear my thoughts
Echoing off the walls
So maybe I can understand them.
I run down empty streets
In the pouring rain
Not running towards anything
Or from anything
Just running in circles
Because maybe if I look at the same thing enough times I'll know what it means.
I go to the corners of the earth
Looking for answers
Looking for the truth
But to find it I'll need to rip out my ribs
And pull out my pulsating heart
And look into it
Like a psychic might look into her crystal ball.
But I'm too afraid to see.
So I fall asleep
I lock the door
I run away
I hide.
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Experiences in the darkness-Experiences with the Darkness
PoetryThis is a book of poetry about all the darkness in us and around us and how we experience it in different ways throughout our lives.
