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Senses, Thoughts, and Truth

In the darkness
I wander lost
Without the gift of sight

 

In the darkness
I heard the sounds
Flaring my imagination

 

In the darkness
I smell ripe, rank smells
Odor’s strong in all direction

 

In the darkness
I taste the sweat, the blood
Salty, metallic, hardworking

 

In the darkness
I brush across things
Soft and silky, rough and course

 

In the darkness
I imagine monster
Real, biting, kicking, scratching, causing harm

 

In the darkness
There’s brighter light
Helping, saving, soothing

 

In the darkness
My sight returns
The smell turns sweet
I taste crockpot stew
I feel ribbons and pebbles
I banish the demons
Because if there is dark, there must be light




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