The darkness outside
is nothing compared to that inside me
The fears in my heart,
are concealed by the fire; underneath.

You talk to me about forever
but afraid to drown in my sin,
The voices outside are getting louder
so you want me to let you in?

If a heart is the home of a soul
then my soul is a wanderer indeed,
‘cause I’m empty, I’m drained, I’m inside-out;
I’m a messed up poem sure none can read.

The world inside of me
isn’t the home where I belong,
So I carve my fears & put ‘em in words
And let the darkness fade along~

-Anna

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