Thing Inside
There is a thing inside
It claws and gasps for breath
Horrid thoughts reside
Of the sweet release of death
But it is death who in wrath
Leaves me feeling so
To find a now muddied path
Reducing me to woe
It tries to reach the light
But in its hellish battle
Against a growing blight
My heart is left to rattle
How am I to go on?
When I know you're gone?
Copyright © Brad Russell | Year Posted 2024
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