The darkness is not so bad
No pain or strife, just free
A bitter rest to be had
No need to worry for me
In shadows I find peace
Away from the chaos and noise
I embrace theness, release
And let go of all my poise
The night be cold and bleak
But I find solace in its embrace
No need to fear, no need to speak
Just me and the darkness, face to face
So let the world carry on
I'll be here in myon
In the darkness, I am drawn
To a quiet, peaceful tune
The darkness is not so bad
No pain or strife, just free
A bitter rest to be had
No need to worry for me.
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Wayne Ince
A military veteran that loves to read and write stories and poetry about mental health, love, and horror, and diversity topics. Boring on the surface, but I hope you enjoy my work and discover something more underneath the surface.
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Morning Bliss
Something pulls at me. The darkness no longer so dark, but a softer gray, a flutter of light. The feeling of skin against sheets is fleeting, quickly drowned out by the push of bone against muscle, of nerves once silent now screaming. Awareness is painful, every breath rattling my ribs and pushing my spine against its cord.
By Steph Ruff3 days ago in Petlife
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Where most see fear in dark, you captured essence of peace. Appreciated your poem