The Darkness Nine
Laying in bed and you think things
your mind racing in the darkness just creeps in surrounding your heart
every word you read is it like a stabbing pain and it just keeps getting worse
because you keep subjecting yourself to it and it doesn't stop
then your mind races more and more and more
instead of pulling out that tiny thin little blade you write
but what you write really makes you believe that death is the only answer
that it is the only relief from the pain that you feel every day
from the sorrow the loneliness when the thought of death can calm you
that is when you know.....
Copyright © Michelle Cloutier | Year Posted 2020
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