As the darkness takes me,
enfolds me in its arms,
tears come fast,
hot and strong.
The sky is a vase,
of purest black,
The moon is obscured,
by clouds that crack.
Tear drops glimmer,
as the moment starts to pass
as the knife slices,
red shines bold as brass.
The darkness is so,
hard to control,
but it is fragile,
and can break with a glow.
It can crack into,
a million shards
of sharp light and jagged glass.
So darkness is me and I,
it embrace the feeling,
of drowning in a pit.
Depression is,
my only friend,
and I'll carry it with me,
to the very end.
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Poetry On Life Experiences
Poetry(Deep,Dark,Sad,Relationship) Just some inspirational in dark poetries. What I've dealt with in my life long journey. As majority of the people in this world did experience this before too, so i just hope for those who feel sad or down. Maybe being d...
