Little darlin'

I hear it in all the things you don’t say,

the pain that never goes away.

How the brightest days grow dark

and the darkest days go stark

with memories of who you were

way before everything blurred

into one nightmare of incredulity

when life couldn’t be dealt with lucidly

and all you wanted was nothing you could keep.

Everything you’ve lost creeps in your sleep.

What you’d give to turn back time or life

but time machine heroes are full of lies

tempting you toward a fate that jeopardizes

who you are, little darlin'.

Sascha Darlington

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