Back to Black

The chemical they gave me to alleviate my darkness
Isn't working now. The dark's returned. The sun
Is of no consequence. The ground is strewn with
Signs of death. The rain won't stop. The air is filled
With voices I can't comprehend. The only one I hear
Is mine, repeating an old message I'd believed
The chemical had stopped: “If there is no more
To life than this, you must consider whether
There's a point to going on.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-03 at 14:48

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