Darkness, My Ole' Friend

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Darkness, My Ole' Friend


Hello Darkness, my ole' friend:

I've come to talk with you again.

My loneliness comes to set in,

Why am I here, chatting with sin.


What the hell did I do: 

To earn such my life, I try living true;

I only seek to live peacefully;

So, I need to figure this out, indeed.


Why do I keep coming back, defined?


My darkness: takes me places;

That I'm unwilling to unhide.

The multiple times I catch myself:

Openly conversating with me, I'd shelf.


Darkness:

Telling me; I'm crazy;

Should I be!


What the hell is happening; 

From deeper within me? 


Into the depths: 

Of my soul, I must go. 

Should it be a story foretold?

My soul has never been; 

So, deep deeply tolled, within.


I never asked to be born here;

Into a world being born into this sin.

Who wants to be in a place; 

Where corruption, lust; 

Greed has no Grace.


Sex can be bought: on every corner; 

Along with diseases, it carries; scorned.

You are all too comfortable with me;

I know a place; I'm unwilling to be.


Here you go, Darkness,' my ole' friend: 

With a bunch of Angry Smiles, in its sins. 

I'd been baiting you all the while;

I shall not walk or go with you; one more mile.




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Year Posted 2022

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Source - PoetrySoup™ 

Location: Lafayette, IN 47904, USA

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