I sit in my home drinking alone,
Contemplating the darkness inside me I’ve known.
I spend money on things that I certainly don’t need,
The one thing I’m sure of is that it’s not just greed.
This hole that I’ve found deep inside,
Swallows me up when I’m stuck in my mind.
Where it comes from I can’t be sure,
It swallows all light no matter how pure.
It comes and it goes, waxing and waning,
Where it comes from there is no explaining.
I try to make it disappear when I can,
However, lately my brain won’t follow my plan.
The darkness is something that I never let show,
No matter into which community I choose to go.
I don’t want these people I’ve met through the net,
To think of me as my darkness deep inset.


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