Love's Weakly Visits
By: 'The Gurl of Myth' Rebecca C. Lofgren
Gladness cannot speak something my soul regrets.
Afraid of darkness lost in pain and memory.
Silence controls my sadness tonight.
Enough light cannot take this pain that is rolling inevitably down.
Something spits breath for survival but it cannot be caught.
All that's left to do is spiral down into the pit of my despair.
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