Pull me from the Dark
though I continue to crawl back.
Pull me from the Dark;
surrender me not to the Black.
Take my hand,
though I may let go.
Take my hand;
surrender me not to the Shadows.
Hold me close
though I may fall away.
Hold me close;
surrender me not to the Gray.
Bandage my Scars
though I continue bleeding.
Bandage my Scars;
surrender me not to my demons.
Pull me from the Dark,
take my hand,
hold me close,
bandage my Scars.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
