The Darkness Won. A poem.

When darkness kneads my shoulder
Like an old and long, lost friend,
Tar dripping from his fingers
Bringing pain and bitter ends.


I kneel and bear that heavy weight
And thank him for his visit.
And sink below, a drowning man
With a lead weight for his business.


And darkness smiles, cackles with glee,
His foot upon my face.
And crushes the last vestiges,
My soul gone, without a trace.


And before he leaves, he glances back,
To make sure his work is done.
And there I lie, a craven corpse –
Thus, has the darkness won.

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    1. Hi Lucy – thanks for asking. Yes, I’m okay. I do suffer from depression (I have for all of my life), but I manage it much better these days through exercise and stress management. Every once in a while I have a bad day. When I do I tend to write better poetry lol. There’s always a balance to life 😊

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