Bleakness is empty.
Oh, vast and void!
Empty is bleakness,
Oh, hast and devoid!
There’s no comfort in
darkness, so she cries
and laughs.
It pertains to this memory
through the eyes of sheer
glass, sitting in darkness,
weeping she had.
Thoughts she pondered,
all night long, if things
would stay the same.
Decorated with shame.
Twirling around, sweet
nix after nix, after nix.
There’s no quick fix for
the decaying of her
mind.
That’s what she thought
for a time.
There’s no comfort in
darkness, so she cries
and laughs.
Thoughts she pondered,
all night long, if things
would stay the same.
Twirling around, sweet
nix after nix, after nix.
That’s what she thought
for a time.
It was some endless cycle.
It went around and around
and around all the way
down to the ground.
Spiraling into madness
tangled with sadness.
It all came crashing
down, but somehow….
She was able to hold
onto the small light
of hope that never
left.
The small light was
holding her together.
Keeping her heart and
mind intact.
Date: 01/29/24
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