Long hours snuff out
Any remaining light to be seen.
There’s only darkness now and
The occasional remembrance spark
To signify where light should have been.
In every little corner the darkness seeps in.
I’m hopeless and tired and oh so sad
And fed up with this game
Of chasing sparks in the dark.
Every living word a reminder
Of hidden cracks I’ve lived with
And will carry on through for as long as I trudge on.
For as long as emptiness can spread itself wide.
It’s shifted and changed and made a landscape
Of my drifting broken mind.


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