The darkness returns
Clawing
Tapping
Whispering
The words that appear from nowhere
Momentary bursts of hate
Confusion
Months passed
But only now is it recognized
Am I really capable of another fight
At this age
This week?
The darkness returns
Clawing
Tapping
Whispering
The words that appear from nowhere
Momentary bursts of hate
Confusion
Months passed
But only now is it recognized
Am I really capable of another fight
At this age
This week?
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I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet who philosophizes and sings about family matters and entanglements.
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