Do not go gently into that
Sweet, sweet night
It's always the same warnings
The same terrible fears
Of my mind being overtaken
By that sweet, sweet darkness.
Within wanderings I find
A sky of grey and green
The air heavy; oppressive
The shadows heightened and deepened
By the approaching lightning.
But some days those long shadows
Are very kind and welcoming, indeed
They give me a reason to rest
Half alive and half-dreaming
In a sweet, sweet cocoon of storm clouds.
Yet those clouds are not beautiful pillows to rest my head
They are harbingers of destruction and ruin
And falling for their lies
Has become a sweet, sweet escape.
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Amanda Starks
Lover of the dark, fantastical, and heart-wrenching. Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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