The darkness it fights
Against my light
But I do not let it win
For I have been
In this blight
for as long as I can live
So I wait
for it to abate
and I wait
and slate
and hate
and wait
As I flow
Through the days
I die slowly
Holy
Unholy
I don’t know what to believe in
Even if I want to cleave
Between my ribs
Where my heart sits
But I don’t
Because they need me
The sad, the mad, the bad
They have anxiety
I can help them
if only you would let me.
Submitted: May 20, 2021
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