Poetry #2

I have a lot to say, but to be quite honest, I am flat out exhausted. After staring at a computer for 8-15 hours in a day, my eyes often scream, "ENOUGH, WOMAN. ENOUGH!" So, here are a few more I wrote several years back.

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BLACK
Black clouds above,
Black hole below,
chilling winds that range and blow.
Icy fingers now taking my breath, closing in
like a shroud of death.
Like a branch that scrapes the window pane,
something inside me now does same.

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Despair
Tears that fall from my face,
Swirl with rain in this place.
The deafening shrieks the wild wind makes,
are nothing compared to my heart breaks.
There’s a heavy feeling of sadness and longing,
and the weighting factor of never belonging.
I see a stranger in my own home,
someone's reflection that is not my own.
Lightning streaks through the blackened night,
I feel nothing inside, I see nothing in sight.
To whom do I thank for my timely demise,
that would be me... the one I despise.