Darkness

It's dark now. Now, the darkness in my mind
Has room to roam, to cease to haunt me
So intently. It can rise into the leafless trees
To torment little birds or fly down to
The ground to kill the hopes of people
Walking dogs. It has no further use for me,
As I am wholly hollowed out. I served as its
Placenta in the daylight, but, with night's
Arrival, it has found resources and the means
To feed itself.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-14 at 00:45

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