is just another word for darkness
and I can taste its bitterness
on my tongue.
on a Sunday afternoon
as trees whisper words i can no longer hear,
I hear and feel their leaves
brushing painful memories
of hopes and dreams i can no longer see.
Life slips away as i fall
into the black..
a familiar place
comforting yet cold.
Darkness is just another word for
And I have learned to see in the dark.
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