Black Thoughts
It curls and snarls and breathes in my ear,
memories of darkness and grief reappear.
Closed are the curtains and closed are the shutters.
Midnight moves slowly and stands almost still.
It clenches my body and sends chills and black fear.
My thoughts are my nightmares, I pray for the light.
Release just my mind, I beg. I will fight for my life.
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