What it is about the night,
That makes my darkest thoughts come forth
Though still there in the light,
the darkness gives them worth
Over time my thinking intensifies,
assumptions get the best of me
They grow stronger when I close my eyes
And soon consume what’s left of me
My flooded brain is torturous
to my mind I’ve fallen slave
one thought too many becomes dangerous,
Cause in this darkness I feel brave
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Author:
Brittany Jo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Tonight i’ve especially been drowning in my thoughts, worries, etc... And my anxiety was beginning to get the best of me. My mind always begins to race once i am settled for the night. This may not be one of my best pieces, but it distracted me and directed my mind into a different direction, and therfore served its purpose.
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Comments1
I thought you captured the sense of restlessness in darkness really well
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