In the dark of the night

a short poem relaying the feelings of a psychotic, depressed woman

The stars may shine and the moon glow flourescent bright,

but all she sees is the dark of the night.

The streets may bustle with commotion of passersby,

but she hears only the lonesome silence of her heart.

The house may contain family,

yet she lives forever at home only in the privacy of her soul.

The world may love her,

but she feels only the pain and rejection of times gone by.

The friends she loves may be there,

but she feels no one could understand. 

The home may be clean,

but she finds it as dirty as the home in her soul.

The bottle may say toxic,

but she reads only the cleaning effectiveness.

The poison may be coursing through her body now,

but she feels only the need to cleanse her home.

She drinks until her soul is clear white.

Not a speck of imperfection.

Not a speck of her.

Not a speck of life.

Author's Note

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