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Pauline Morris May 2016
I use to say
Way back in the day
No one was gonna see
All that is inside of me
But my mask grew heavy
The darkness swelled, broke the levy

Bleak outlook
In life I'm but a rook
Feathers black as night
Only sent to cause strife
No one dares to come to close
My past is leaving me in the throes

Darkened days
Futures in a blaze
Other's eyes only seeing
The very darkness of my being
My dreams combust and smolder
Deaths hot breath is on my shoulder

— The End —