Poem -
Black
Long locks of greasy hair,
Shut up,I donβt care,
I feel perturbed ,
They say I am disturbed,
Dark cold moon,blood moon,
Echoes the screaming in my head,
The blackness calls to me,
I wonβt go,I wonβt go,
Flashes of light I see beyond,
Rage and depression want their way,
Help me God,please let me stay.
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This piece scares me. I know these demons, i have intimate knowledge of their black callings,
Well set this mood! Well pictured this abyss.
so well said as to inspire, I must now go pen an homage to this black foe myself.
thank you for the read and inspiration,
if you truly travel in these dark lands may I bid you safe return.
john
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Thank you John for your beautiful words,took a breath afterΒ
reading.I lost a friend to this and part of my heart will alwaysΒ
be fractured.I pray you will always be armed against it.I am honoured this poem inspired you.Sending you love and healing always.