Sunday, September 19, 2021

Wilt

There is a difference between being alone and loneliness.

The screams of silence are louder than the summer storms thunder

yet I sit back, let it rain around me and inside me.


It has come to visit me again, 

the darkness that I prayed never to meet again.

It floats, drowns me internally. 

I lose air, I lose sight. I lose the vision of what is healthy and right.


Yet, I am here again. In the realm of no color.

But red. I see the red. I see the light so slightly.

Do not fade, do not leave me. Do not let me sink into the crevasse of this loneliness.

It is dark and cold here. I want to feel warm, 

will you hold me?

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