somber notes play in my head
lulling me into my dark place
fitful desire to be numb
my heart feels too much
aching rebellion I dull the pain
but the hurt it shines
bright with hints of red
makes my thoughts turn black
the world of the hated prefferable to this
singular feeling, no an onslaught
dwindling hope is to be beautiful
kind in my approach
so I cling to the darkness
who shadows me with starlight making my hurt-shine lovely








Tremendous work. Vivid and sharp.
hello dearest Thomas good evening thank you graciously I appreciate your thoughts 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian