Standing in the light,
negativity of demons…
Beckons me.
A life,
once held,
once glorious,
now broken,
melted.
Gasping dark failures,
calling them brilliance,
warm night blanket,
cushioning my fall.
No negativity.
But, how hard,
will the ground be,
after I jump?
No demon blanket,
laid out,
to nestle in.
Pulling back,
negativity repressed…
I want to live!
Gravity oppressed…
Will my soul find peace?
Due to earth’s caress.
Ending in pain just as it began.
With negativity’s laugh…
It was too late.
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