The dark places
Ever felt as though you were losing your mind? Like the only place you can be is the “dark place” where you can’t see your hand in front of your face?
Have you ever gotten to the point where you talk to yourself out loud, answer yourself, and reason with yourself as to what to do next? Have you ever held the release in your hand, but just couldn’t bring yourself to go through with it all the way?
invites me to come
join the red river
behind the sunset.
winking silver trigger
begs me to pull,
but I’m a coward -
a yellow lover of scorn.
I can see how to love this
filthy red dagger
spiraling down
the black hole drain…
how sane
I am
I am
I am.
copyright March 12, 2007
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I really like the poem. I wish I could pack such emotion in so few words.
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