03/02/2015
I haven't felt right in days.
There's something inside me, twisting around, waiting for a chance.
I'm scared of it, but even more so, I'm curious.
And I think that scares me more than anything.
I've never, so much in my life, wanted to know what this thing would do if I let it loose.
I should probably push it back down where it belongs.
Probably.
I don't know if that's what I want.
I have spent so long caging this thing inside me.
It deserves to see the light just as much as I do.
Doesn't it?
Maybe it's not that I haven't felt right in days,
Maybe it's that for the first time, I have felt right these past few days.
Perhaps this is how I'm supposed to feel.
If this is it though,
I'm sorry for whoever steps in my way.
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Poems From My Mostly Dark Places
PoetryThis is just a collection of things I jot down while I'm in a dark place. Not all of them will be dark, but most will be. That's generally when I'm creating at my best. A lot of them won't be very long either, I tend to get stuff out in just a few w...
