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Darison Strange Feb 2020
A smile,
A laugh,
A kind word.

Like a candle
They cast light
In the caverns of my heart.

A warmth that quickly fades
As If it was never there
At all.
Darison Strange Feb 2020
No one knows
Who I really am inside
Not even me.
Darison Strange Jan 2020
Behind this puppet's shell
Is a soul made out of strings
Slowly unwinding with each pull of the line
Dancing to the tune of life's expectations
In mimicked impersonations
Of who I should be.
One day the final string will come
And there'll be nothing left inside
Just an empty puppet dangling
From the end of my lifeline.
Darison Strange Mar 2019
Grasping at breath my soul clings to the air around me

Searching for purchase in the listless vapor

Hoping for rescue from the lighthouse on the shore

Drowning in the sea of useless metaphors

I long for the sweet release of sleep

Knowing the dangers of giving in  

I push through the quiet whispers, and roaring shouts  

I float, I sink, I rise to the top.  

Dead I walk.  

In step with the marching song of chaos.

Sleepless in a world of lullabies  

My mind dances and twirls in a ballet of ceaseless melodies

Never a rest, never a pause,

An onward trek to the end of destiny
Darison Strange Sep 2018
I see an image of a man.
He looks tired and broken.
The scars of his past written on his face
His eyes scream,
Save me!
My hand reaches out in desperation.
The image shatters,
Leaving me alone,
With a broken mirror.
Darison Strange Sep 2018
Lost,
  In the maze of my own excuses.
    Searching for peace,
      I find complacency.
    Too frightened to climb to freedom,
  I sit.
Safe in my familiar cage.
Darison Strange Sep 2018
In the maze of sleeplessness,
  My soul searches for rest.
    I find no sign of escape
    Locked in a dreamless haze
  Peace forgotten,
Only stress.
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