When the Dark Comes

When the Dark Comes short poem

I hear you.
I see you.
Only in the dark.
I speak to you.
I feel you.
Only in the dark.
I hate you.
I fear you.
When it is dark.
It’s lonely.
It’s scary.
Once it is dark.
My mind races I know you’re there.
When I’m in the dark.
Anxiety strikes.
I black out.
I enter the dark.
I say “Damn this.
Just kill me.”
Once I’m in the dark.
Make me forget you, please.
I don’t want to be in the dark.

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Aliciä Serrańo

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of girl, Who's about to spread her wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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