I've always found comfort
in your darkness.
The cold, heavy shroud
you invisibly drape around me
in times of weakness
and despair.
It feeds on the emptiness
that surrounds my heart and soul
with more and more emptiness.
Nobody can understand
the comfort I get
from this seemingly
unending sorrow.
But alas -
it is only temporary comfort.
Once I let go
of these dark shrouds,
I will finally see
the promise of a
better tomorrow;
but most importantly -
a better me.
Written last 20th June 2020 as one of my therapy assignments from my psychiatrist