when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her
looking for relief
she reads fiction
but
the darker kind
thrillers and killers
of demented minds
still
it’s an escape
her reality is boring
drab, greyish taupe
like the colour of mud
when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her
music tends to rise her spirits
lyrics may not always
bringing her to a darker place
long ago
perhaps unfinished business
ghosts from her past
haunting her day and night
taunting her to give up
her humble abode breathes memories
dead and alive, people who matter
exhaling
in contradictory salutations
leaving her more confused
riled with shame and blame
fills her soul with guilt
when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind…
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