Darkness came
But it was too late
The deed was done and the future was secure
Darkness failed
After all this time, with its grip on me.
Holding me underwater, drowning me everyday
Tearing away at my psyche
Murdering my hope, and exhausting my want to live
After doing all of that to me
I have survived
Regardless of this
The mental battle is over
All that is left is my health
If this crowned villain takes me now?
It would take a man who filled himself
Finally after all this time
I fall to this?
That would be anti-climatic
12:54
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
