A Year of Poems – Day 215

It creeps around the edges of our hearts
It steals the minds of our loved ones
It rises like bile as the morning alarm rings
It clouds out everything till we see nothing
In the darkness of our own thoughts
Inky silence stings our eyes,
Just below the threshold of pain
True darkness is not in the night.
It slinks away in broad daylight
To live life with you alone.

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