Waking Darkness

darkness before dawn
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Stuffed down in the dark, cobwebbed dirt

That’s where I bury the pain, loss and hurt,

I’ll never be that version of me again

Sometimes it’s easier to let the demons win,

Don’t you worry your pretty little head

There’s more than one way for us to be dead,

Sure I’m breathing but am I truly alive

It’s just an adaptation of conscious suicide,

Some days are a struggle from my first waking breath

And it’s all I can do not to hate myself to death…

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There… the tree where I last saw your face.

You were looking at me, waving and keeping your place.

The wind gusted and howled.

You laughed and I scowled.

There was no time to save you – none.

I screamed for you to run.

You didn’t; at once, you were dead.

Now I have a ton of fire wood in my shed.