Dark Side of Things
Eyes mirror shined
holding unborn tears
and thoughts of past
curdle in the throat
as if to kill
its source
Wrap myself in sadness
to stave the cold of the
numb
Darkness does not surround me
it is what i have become
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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