The Mind

The rain falls onto the charcoal ground The deepest and darkest of my thoughts weave their way through my mind Circling like a hawk Waiting to stab at the peacefullness welled up inside me Longing to break the endless seams that hide the joyous emotions The icy moon rises to begin it’s torture And the darkness overwhelms me Cracks appear throughout the barricade The darkness continues it’s endless assault My emotions inside struggle to keep the darkness at bay My mind fights against itself Eating itself up Killing itself Until finally, the darkness wins control

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