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❛what are you afraid of?❜
❛what it is, that makes your heart feel
like its beating has ceased to exist?❜
❛what is the one thing, even after all this time,
that freezes the blood that rushes through your veins?❜
the dark
the dark
the dark.
the blackness of it; the silence of it.
the coldness of it; the unbalance of it.
it is not unoften that with the dimness outside, comes the dimness in me too.
neither is it rare for the monster that breathes in the dark to snatch the space i need as breathing room for my own mind. it watches me and i don't see it; speaks to me and i can't cover my ears.
the weakness it cases me with.
the dullness it fills me with.
the chant of the wind that seems directionless because of the sightlessness that prickles my skin with goosebumps; the speechless yet deafening whirring of the leaves of the tree outside my window that does nothing but balms me under the watch of the daylight.
all those nameless faces i see but don't.
all those countless figures i brush past but don't.
and finally, the worst saved for last, the scratchy voice that tells me that when my own shadow chases me, i wouldn't even know.
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*darkness, turbidity, dark, obscurity, gloom, dungeon
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
