Drowning In The Dark

Drowning In The Dark

The darkness comes in many forms,
like rains that come from many storms,
filling the mind with blackened thoughts,
a rising tide of feelings fought.

        The clawing hands that will drag down.

The darkness closing from all sides,
thoughts that twist and tug, then hide,
thoughts that push and crowd and flood,
with feelings that it's all too much.

        Thoughts and feelings in which'll drown.

Claws that grasp, and hold on tight,
weaken the mind against it's fight,
allowing the darkness to roll on in,
a blackened husk encased in skin.

        Lost and lonely, 'twill never be found.

Suffering in silence, alone in the war,
fighting the feelings deep at the core,
the thoughts crowd in, loud in the mind,
waiting for wounds to heal in their time.

        Waiting won't work, blackness abounds.

Blackness that's there, always present,
a mind full of thoughts, causing descent,
feelings that crowd and silence the sense,
is death the only recompense?

        Death; a thought that speaks so loud.

Blast the thoughts out of the mind,
to pick the brain of bits to find,
to silence the words, silence the curse,
really, could not living be any worse?

        At least the darkness won't make a sound.

By J. Barrett