Dark Room
A new change. A new outlook. It's about f*cking time. Sitting in a dark room, crying to myself. A door opens. A new light creeps in. Inconstant, but still there. The pain still remains, but pushed back inside. Yes, I am saved. It may fade away. But it brings a new glow, to a candle that burnt out long ago. When it leaves, I won't be sorry, or go back to the dark room. I'll stand myself up and walk out that door, never looking back. Always inside of me though will be the reminder of that pain, and the comfort of that dark room. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 07:45 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"A new change...."