Turn off the lights.
Sit in that cold silence for a moment.
That cold dark that rips at your mind.
Sit in that moment.
There is a warmth in the dark.
A warmth few have the heart to find.
A hot glow that you reach down deep to grab onto.
The distraught
The broken
It is there
Waiting like a torch
To be carried out of the dark.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
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