Darkness
I find myself slowly creeping into darkness,
Like as a cloud hovering over a flower I cannot see.
I cannot see the light to what was always meant to be.
Without the sun, I don’t feel free.
Am not a heartless being.
But sometimes, I look into the mirror and see a monster.
Like a shadow, he follows me everywhere.
Creeping behind my every move.
Dragging me down into a pool of darkness.
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