Old Friend

 The night is when I get inspired,
 By the glow of the cold moon,
 That casts monstrous shadows
 On my wall.
 I feel at home among the darkness
 That lingers in the corners,
 Down the lonely alleyways,
 In desolate streets.
 Like an old friendship, 
 I embrace it.
 It wreaks havoc within me,
 Yet I have come to accept it.

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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