People Of The Dark Poem by Jera Dark

People Of The Dark



Sometimes in
A city like this, destruction
Takes over.
We call them
The dark ones
They are us, but they
Are the real us.
Never omitting anything
All the hate
And all the power we have
And wanted,
Is in them
Now you can embrace it
Or be destroyed by it
Either way it will be better

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Jera Dark

Jera Dark

Staten Island, New York
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