It is dark.
It is dark and
there is no light.
I had a candle,
but I blew it out.
Now it is so dark
I cannot see the path I am on.
I do not see a future.
It might be there.
It might not be.
I do not know,
for it is dark.
Now it is so dark
I cannot see myself.
I do not see who I am.
I might be good.
I might not be.
I do not know,
for it is dark.
Now it is so dark
I cannot see anyone.
I do not see a friend.
There might be one.
There might not be.
I do not know,
for it is dark.
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Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection
PoetryMy fourth poetry collection, raw and original. My deepest fears, most insecure thoughts, and cruelest wishes. 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤