Sacred Darkness
“Sacred Darkness”
Tired of feeling like my heart is a piece of trash on the highway
Ran over by every passing car without a driver willing to pick it up
Squished to the point where it no longer beats, no longer lives
I feel like I am a no one who has ever mattered to anyone I’ve known
Alone in the dark on Saturday night without a soul to calm my darkest fears
Unable to smile when my life is full of turmoil and sadness
So tired of this darkened room that keeps my days full of words not voices
I can’t help but believe that if I were no longer breathing others hearts would never skip a beat
Believing that my future has already passed I think of what’s to come
Knowing my heart will never beat like yesterday I give up on tomorrow
This isn’t me throwing a pity party but the truth about my thoughts
With no one to share those with I feel like this darkness will always be
So tonight I wash my hands of everyone but myself not longer afraid of the darkness
Never afraid to pass away for I’ve already lived the best times of my life
I’m ready to lay my head on my pillow, close my eyes, and never see tomorrow’s sunlight
For if I wake again tomorrow it’s because Gods will is for me to suffer in the sacred darkness
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015
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