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dark poetry by Theresa
A cold, dark feeling chills the air, a reminder that my enemy is always there.
Icy fingers against my spine, a whispered threat that’s hard to define.
An angry voice shouting in rage, I am trapped in this world, like a bird in a cage.
An injured heart wounded by fear, a small wish of hope, drowned by tears.
A tortured soul searching for light, I wander lost, in the darkness of night.
Betrayed by the thoughts of my own fragile mind, I dream of the peace I will never find.
By Theresa Bauserman