Darkness
By Yaso Manaswini
As the sun prepares to rest
My heartbeats surge in zest,
Welcoming the blissful darkness,
that hides my scarred starkness.
It soothed my festering, fiery heart
when the cruel world once tore it apart,
Embalming those red, oozing wound
when pain was to which I was attuned.
It hid my flaws, it hid my tears,
helping often to suppress my fears
The only companion who’s never me ditched
Even after my lacerations were stitched.
By Yaso Manaswini
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