Guesses do not facts make.
Read me not final rites,
I see no reason to despair.
Even the darkest night ends,
Fear will not cause me abandon.
Gasping air, adrenaline rush.
Rage with me, this injustice.
I shall burn those who trespass,
Each soul damned to torment,
Feel nothing but cold vengeance.
Give me stories of hope,
Range of options to chance,
I give all for one lost wish,
Exact from me any desire,
Freely I pay any cost.
Gone is the sun's blinding light,
Red twilight yielding to darkness.
I felt the last of hope slip away,
Enormity of weight crashing down,
For what is left but empty pain.
Granted finally a pathway to peace.
Rejection of that which plagued me.
I find myself tranquil, placid,
Echoes of once lost comfort return,
Finding peace at last.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
