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Monday, November 12, 2018, 2:55 AM

Another darkness blankets the sky,

where distress circles until confronted.

I cannot explain exactly how,

But these thoughts are not intrusive, 

However unwanted they may be.

 

I think it is because I see truth 

In the words that brandish knives—

I am fearful that the words are right,

Because my mind offers no other explanation.

 

The darkness is a cesspool;

Waste culminates in all corners until 

It is faced with the day.

As this day runs out of time,

I am greeted again:

This time, I am validated. 

 

However obscure the creature of the night are

They find me consistently, 

And it is then that I realize I am not one of them.

I belong in the day,

Alone.

Angry.

 

Isolation plays tricks on you.

You forget others are there. 

Or maybe you just can’t see them. 

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