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The Neverending Book - 4. The Darkness

The Darkness


It haunts you.
It wants you.
There is something attacking you.
There is something smacking you!
It will never stop swallowing you.
It will never stop following you.
It is like taking a cold shower.
You feel like a dead flower.
You will obtain unnecessary desires.
It will burn you with its fires.
It laughs at how your soul tires.
It will make you work more than ever before.
It will make you crawl on all four.
You will bang & scream behind a locked door.
You will never get there, because, you will only despair.
Even if you reach the top, you will only drop.
You will be unhappy & it will never stop.
Even if you are tall, you are small.
You will fall.
You will stall.
Brace yourself.
It will embrace your shelf,
And, take all that is there & leave you with nothing but despair.
It does not care while it is there.
It pulls you by the hair.
All of your efforts will be in vain.
It will only cause you more pain.
You feel itchy & dry all over the place.
But, you cannot touch the flower, because, it inside of your vase.
The air feels toxic wherever you go.
You cannot deny this.
You already know.
There is a thickness in the air.
You cannot breathe while it is there.
It's toxic fumes,
And It's black perfumes,
Come as it resumes.
You are angry. You are suffocated.
You are interrogated,
As, you are surrounded by everything that is hated.
It is like bad luck.
This is why you are stuck.
How can this, finally, go?
Only, your intuitive eyes can let you know.
They k
now where to go...

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6 minutes ago, D.K. Daniels said:

The flow is seamless in every one of these rhymes. After you read each one I am left pondering for a moment wondering what it is you are saying, where multiple ideas come to mind. Your work can be adapted for a wide audience and it is pleasantly rewarding with value, coupled with an ease of read. The poems say little, but speak plenty of volume.

This particular one, ...your soul knows what it is talking about. And, thank you.🎆

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