Holding

black mold

slithers over

smothering

suffocating

four walls

of misery

dank cold bricks

standing forever

think they rule

over me shadow

above me crumble

holding me in

yet emptiness

breeds suffering

fosters forlorn

but can’t exclude

the Light piercing

through the cracks

whispering

across my face

never forsake

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4 thoughts on “Holding

  1. Please, can I like this many more times……
    Awesome…. a perfectly dark piece matched in perfection only by an equally strong halo of hope and light… This was hot! Meanwhile, your pen has been dripping some dark ink o late. Hope you have been well. Wishing you well.

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