You speak your darkness, you write your pain, Journey’s lost travels riding the brain. Demon’s haunt, shadows fall, freedom they need, All the while, your soul aches to bleed.
Breathe, just breathe, the darkness dispels, Emerge from your memory’s, exit your shell. It cannot take you where you do not will to be, Scream, lose the chains, you must break free.
Under you are pulled, sucked inside your skin, Falling, falling, over and over, then once again. It is gone now. No help, no hope, no way out, Thoughts intermingle oh such pain and doubt.
Then the other: the other me. Not one but two, Scattered pieces of heart, laid bare by you. I am me, yet I am not, can you hear me cry? I am one, I am two, I am truth, I am a lie.
Shhh quietly for the pain once again comes, The darkness fades with the morning sun. No, not really the darkness in my soul will stay, And so easily my reality will fade away.
© Cynthia Clark
Yep! something my beloved Giants do not know how to do!
Thank you, so much Gil. I guess that means run home. Uh, I mean home run?
Wow what can I say, you have taken me to a deep. Dark place. Since baseball is near, I feel safe to say, you have knock another one out of the park.
Thank you, so much Jackie
I love your writing Cynthia x