The darkness is ever silent
Ever present
Ready to stalk and sulk
And patiently awaits
To descend
Upon an exhausted soul
To haunt and torment
With a certain vicious pain
And anguish
That relentlessly
Taunts a beautiful spirit
With ungainly
Scopes of depression
Anxiety mercilessly grips
A benevolent heart
While the voices
Refuses to keep quiet…
The darkness
Is ever present
Even in a laughter filled
And sunny days
But no one would
Ever suspect
The enormous
Turmoil
Blowing
Behind a smiling face
But again
These things
Are never said
Instead
A great sense of humour
Is the only escape
From this darkness…
No one
Hears the loud silent cry
Laughter is someone’s cry
Laughter is someone’s
Attempt to heal
Deep wounds
Frightening wounds
That somehow
Refuses to heal…
Sometimes
This darkness is comforting
Sometimes
This darkness is frightening
All familiar
All part of self
There are some things
That this darkness
Says
That makes sense
And sometimes does not make sense
This darkness brings certain loneliness
Sometimes
The darkness is a friend
Sometimes
The darkness is a foe
..
I can only say, I hope we all fight on.
We fight on. We have to.