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Into Your Darkness

A Tale of Twisted Thought

By Rhonda RaisorPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I can walk through this dark house and see you perfectly, just another gifted man using me to be free.

When does it stop, you treat me so casually. You think I just don’t see.

My eyes are open, my soul to be. You’re not the one for me. I feel you retreating, my steps are closing in, on the fraud you’ve become, but not so easily.

I fed into your darkness, stumbled in your light, tricked myself believing I could ever be so right.

I feel your knowing, your tiptoes, barely breathing. Afraid to make a move, gathering what I know.

Our hearts turn around, facing the unwind, that crown of yours never had a place to lie.

Shallow are the breaths, my eyes narrow at your sight, too bad, you lost this fight.

You thought me weak, a frail beast, a soldier to the grind. You my friend, misleading, you don’t know where you hide. This spark inside, only fueled by your demise.

Just when you were convinced, the wool touching your skin, I’ll shed this freedom from your grip and let that caged bird fly.

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About the Creator

Rhonda Raisor

I write, because I must. I breathe, because I can. I love, because I am.

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