Dark

It clouds my eyes as it comes over me.

Peels away at my overwhelming desire and need to be whole.

Finds all my weak spots and settles in.

Like an incessant cancer, it hides but is always there; waiting to suck more life out of me. Waiting to take me back down to the place where I  felt dead-alive.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me

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