by Ore Fakorede
The darkest part of darkness,
An endless kind of night.
A place of total blankness,
Without a trace of light.
The echo of my voice is,
A whisper and a cry.
The melody of noises,
In silence passes by.
A pool of hopes forgotten,
Is what I’m swimming in.
The demons I was courting,
Now reside deep within.
Among the humans drifting,
I often find my place.
My spirit feels no lifting,
It’s much too late for grace.
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