Hello, Darkness.
My old friend has
brought me here to
you, again. Night
of my soul claims
my daylight hours.
Not even moon
light enters now.
Hello, Darkness.
My old friend left
me here with you,
for only you will
reach inside, fill
my lonely hours.
Your emptiness,
all I have now.
Hello, Darkness.
My old friend knows
you will give me
answers to my
questions asked in
my pain filled hours.
I need to know.
Please, tell me. Now.
Hello, Darkness.
My old friend has
lied again. There
are no answers.
Inside this hollow
core pass the hours.
If breathing stops
is there peace, now?
I welcome any comments about how I might improve this. "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor I did have one insight dawn on me as I wrote it. Hopefully, my rewrite (when I get to it) will reflect that.
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