The Darkness
A feeling of being held down from inside
Trying to escape, but the grip is to tight
I climb and I claw
As I beg with a fight
But this darkness it knows
That I cant see the light
It torments and thrives
Of my lingering pain
And laughs in my face
As it calls me insane
Each day it winds up
Just to unravel again
Giving me hope
Like I'm winning the game
Then as I think I'm almost there
Dreaming of breathing in all the fresh air
I have this feeling that comes over me
And the torcher starts over
Like a repeated scene
Copyright © Carrie Mitchell | Year Posted 2018
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