Darkness seems to have a kinda effect on the soul, an effect on the mind. It's as though... The mind seeks to match the world around it and so it goes to its darkest days, to the darkest places. Maybe... I'd be rid of these thoughts if I just turned the light on, but I'm so crippled by the dregs of my own mind to move. Or maybe it's just fear that keeps me from the light. Fear that keeps me wallowing in my prior plights. I don't know what manner of fear keeps me scared of the light, but I certainly feel that too. It's probably because pain is an addiction, so my brain can't give it up. In either case... In whatever case, I pray that I find a way. When I do, I'll share it with y'all someday.
A/N: Originally had this as a note to another poem, but it didn't feel quite right there.
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
