Darkness

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    Darkness

    Darkness.
    It's a curious thing.
    Darkness.
    It's the song that I sing.

    Although I look happy,
    All bright and aglow,
    I'm just doing the motions,
    Broken heart in tow.

    My happiness is fake.
    My joy a masquerade.
    Inside is just pain.
    I'm alone, afraid.

    Someday joy will come,
    Now is just sorrow.
    Today is hopeless.
    Maybe tomorrow?

    My Prince will come,
    Breaking my chains.
    He will wash my face.
    Get rid of the tear stains.

    That might never happen.
    I'm probably dreaming.
    Let me out!
    I feel like screaming!

    I have to have hope!
    I'll weather the storm.
    Someday I'll be happy.
    Someday I'll be warm.

    In my lovers arms
    I'll feel safe and secure.
    This empty loneliness
    I'll no longer endure.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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