I struggled with it
Deceiving pain
Cheating regret
But I realized one day
I couldn’t bring myself
Simply, to forget.
Finding my way in the dark
Has always been my road
And yet,
I worry on the day that comes
Bathed in sunlight
That shows me paths
I haven’t traveled to get
Nowhere.
Oh, sure
I’m all about new beginnings
And sunbathing if it means
That I can grow
And stretch, chloroform,
And plant-like toward
Epiphany, but
What if I was destined?
For the dark
And these pills are only
An absolution
That was never meant
To make it’s mark?
Please tell me what you think
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The "Oh sure" is a DK mark again. This is the thing I love about your writing. There is almost always something assumed as an afterthought. Every piece has a reflection moment or a spotlight shining where no one was looking. This write has a dark ending that doesn't resolve anything, it only asks a question. I admit I am lost in the suggestion regarding the title and 1st and last line. I had read it over a number of times before I read the suggestiion. I guess that I had assumed my own interpretation and then felt that I had missed 'it'. You are perhaps destined for the dark, and in that darkness you find complete release that those in the sun will never understand. I'm still not sure what mark the pills were meant to make. RC
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Depression pills. I'm argueing with myself over their possible benefits at the same time wondering if I am wrong to take them and I was maybe just destined to be depressed and therefore should not mess with the natural order of things.
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