As a child

July 29, 2020 § Leave a comment

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I’ve come to rest by you again.

My head, my heart, my life is dwindling-

I’ve seen the whispers of a soft ending.

And the stars say the lines on my hand will change when I unclutch, unwind, but I must find,

A safe place to rest my mind.

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