I have to ***** out
My darkness
Like a candle
Or it’s wax drips from
My lips and tongue
And scalds those close to me
I let it burn
Long enough to
Let you know of it’s
Presence
It’s scent filling the room
with hints of
Warm Hazelnut,
Pumpkin Spice,
Clean Cotton
Giving that conversant,
Almost-friendly,
atmosphere
Familiar.
Bringing you in
For more,
Because, hey,
Everyone’s a little bruised,
A little vacant
and dim, Right?
And Nobody,
not one single person
wants to be
Alone in that until
We realize our darkness
Shuts out everything else
That adding another
Person’s shadow to our own,
Is what everyone means when
They talk of
The blind leading the blind.
- S.G.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
I have to ***** out
My darkness
Like a candle
Or it’s wax drips from
My lips and tongue
And scalds those close to me
I let it burn
Long enough to
Let you know of it’s
Presence
It’s scent filling the room
with hints of
Warm Hazelnut,
Pumpkin Spice,
Clean Cotton
Giving that conversant,
Almost-friendly,
atmosphere
Familiar.
Bringing you in
For more,
Because, hey,
Everyone’s a little bruised,
A little vacant
and dim, Right?
And Nobody,
not one single person
wants to be
Alone in that until
We realize our darkness
Shuts out everything else
That adding another
Person’s shadow to our own,
Is what everyone means when
They talk of
The blind leading the blind.
- S.G.
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