2 January, 2008

It always has its say

whatever

Mind racing, jumbled thoughts running to and fro
The maddening grip of insanity refuses to let go
Darkness comes – settling in, burrowing in my mind
Dark feelings, dark thoughts, pestering me, so unkind
No escape – no place to hide, can’t ever run away
The fearful darkness has me again, it always has its say

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