Black, blackness, bleak, blackness
comforting, consoling, cooling...
calling me, wanting me, I go
Minding no one, I’m fleeing
to darkness, soothing frays
ridding the cacophonies
A balm this blackness holds on me
freeing, yet snaring, pulling
a spiral to a hole, darkness pulls
I feel I shouldn’t care, just go
ride this blackness, ride it hard
enough sunshiny suns, need to run
Yeah sure I will see the light
another cliché to package a mind
labels to chart, pills to fill
But
In the end, the blackness wins
cold solace the graveyard stone
been there, done that, let me out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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There is little to mention because there is so little to understand. GW62