.As I took that sleeping pill

And laid my head down to rest

Allowing my eyes to drift close

I saw darkness and couldn’t help but think

That it was eating at my mind.



The darkness seemed familiar

The color of black alarming and comforting

And that’s when I realized

It’s the same black of my ink pen

It’s the same black of the screens font

It’s the same black.



Then I thought

Perhaps I’ve been the one

Creating my own darkness

Letting it eat away at my mind

Nurturing it’s growth with my poems.

~k.hem