Darkness From Below

Darkness From Below short poem

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Nobody ever saw her break
She carried around an awful ache
A smile that could warm your heart
Slowly frowned at she fell apart
Nobody knew of her silent struggles
Not one person knew of her troubles
Her inner demons came out to play
Her colorful world now turned grey
Every ounce of hope is gone
No happiness left to feed on
The light inside her is burning out
As she painfully drowns in all her doubts
She is finally free to spread her wings
The inner demons no longer cling
All she wanted was a little love
But she’s content just being above

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