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The Darkness is Alive

By bonnie blue

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Tumble down a long flight of stairs Into depression; here I am again. Black tunnel.  No light. No end anywhere in sight. No hand held out to guide me. No voice to comfort me. No end to this bleeding Needing sadness Soaking my soul. Yes…the darkness is alive And it’s hungry And I’m alone here In the darkness As it begins to Digest me. I can feel it Drawing me Down its throat Down the long slide of (depression) Into its belly, deep Where I can’t see out The hungry darkness Loves me. Caresses me. Seduces me. I never knew the bottomless pit Of despair Could be so tender a lover… I have no wish To rise from this I have no strength To fight it off It feels like my only friend The one whose faithfulness will never end… Bonnie Cook 12-Apr-02 Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 04:29 AM PST    18 • 0 • 1

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