The Crosses We Must Bear

100_0589The darkness stretches over me like cloud

and thickens like smog over my skin

i can’t remember

has it been five years or five minutes

since that cloud has draped over my head

and suffocated my happiness

do i sit

or paw through the fog

ah, but there is beautiful poetry in the madness

as the fear strangles

and bites

draining me of my sadness

because in it there is power

to feel alive again

making it all worth it

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