~~A little fantasy darkness today~~
My darkness is knocking at the door
It knows when I am vulnerable
Too weak and too tired to fight it
It is a powerful and seductive force
Slowly entering my mind
Through my small openings of weakness
I can feel it smiling as it moves freely
Overpowering all that is right and good in me
Until I can no longer fight it
And I no longer want to
So I embrace it
Whispering, “Welcome back old friend”
I no longer feel the pain
The pain is fuel for the dark light I now am
And I become Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jekyll
I feel the power of being filled with darkness
I let even more creep in
And as I look up
I hear myself howling
My transformation is complete
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
What a deliciously dark write!
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Glad you liked iit!! Thank .You! 😊💛💕
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You’re welcome.
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😊
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Once you stop fighting and start making friends, the change happens.
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It’s inevitable.
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yes.
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😊
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Are our transformations ever really complete?
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Not even in death 😊💛
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Oooh, this is so lovely and dark, Walt 🧟♀️
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Thanks Robbie 🙂
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A dark night writer Walt, an earlier night might stop the howling fright
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My writing is always durning the dark of night 🙂
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You’ll need iridescent pens my friend
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The wonders of technology 😊
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✏️✏️✏️🖋️🖋️🤗🤗
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🔌💾✏🕒💤
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Interesting concept.
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Yes it is 🙂
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👍
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😊
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Dark, and very good 💛😊
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Thank you dear friend and fellow night writer 😊💛
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You’re very welcome 😊💛
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😊💛
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