The Dark Room
1 June, 2021
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
There is this dark room which in I reside
A place where I tell everyone I am fine
But in this place I face the facts
I look at myself, my mind over-reacts
Is it the deeds I do or the people I know
That threaten me here and keep me low
Is it my demons that haunt from the past
Where I put other first and I am always last
Is it the damage done from being unloved
Lost and alone, where feelings are shoved
Back to the corners in trunks left closed
The space where sadness and anger is disposed
The room is always silent, but for the sound of my mind
Running round, jumbled thoughts, dark strands entwined
Trapped in my own making, tied to this chair
Darkest demons taunting me, they are always there
How long will it last this time, my life it intrudes
Entangled, I sit here stuck in this mood
Perhaps with the writing the light will prevail
Releasing me finally, from this self made jail
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| Mental (172.58.155.143) -- Sunday, June 6 2021, 01:03 am I know what you are saying. It seemed easy to control younger but now older more difficult to control. But I hear you. Thanks |
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