We meet again on the path of self destruction,
somber skies reveal The Darkness drawing closer.
Vulnerably consciousness under gray clouds,
paralyzed by the rain that showers down.
Accepting defeat in this pitched battle,
neglecting optimism for a familiar road traveled.
The Darkness and I, we're rather old friends,
hiding in the shadows from the moment life began.
Infallibly by my side, embraced with open arms,
coexisting with The Darkness conveys a warmth.
Secure in the chaos that burdens my psyche,
a prisoner of war seduced by melancholy.
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Author:
hgray624 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a take on how I view my internal struggles, that at times, consume me. How I am aware I allow them to consume me, but also finding occasional comfort in the chaos.
- Category: Sad
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