My Darkness

My Darkness short poem

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I see the darkness.
It does not take on the appearance
of the description i was given
as a naive child so many years ago.

The darkness sees me.
It sees my body,
and it sees my soul.
It sees everything.

The darkness is always with me.
It is with me when i am awake.
It is with me when i am asleep.
It is with me when i am alone.

The darkness is silent.
It is always lurking,
hidden from the sight,
of other people around me.

I alone can see this darkness,
but i am not the only one it sees.

The darkness does not forgive,
for this darkness is not
a separate entity from me.

For this darkness is apart of me,
and it has driven out all light.

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Randall Smith
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Alex, This is awfully deep and we can feel you through your poems.

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