http://slow.writerscafe.org/izz11ttsns The original writings of author Syra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776259027 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I used to be light. Maybe I still am but all I can feel is the wave of darkness that courses through me, enveloping me with nothingness. It's like a light bulb that slowly fades, leaving a trail of darkness behind until theres nothing left. No real feelings of happieness, no joy, no pleasure, no not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izz11ttsns/686862/ for WWP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izz11ttsns/679486/ Pain takes her life. She wonders why,Why is she still alive?Her once bright moon darkened.Hope has washed away.But she is still alive.Each day seems pointless.Each night a mess.So why must she live?Only one can end this.But that one seems gone.Leaving her hollow And lost in a painful life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izz11ttsns/679388/ The sun sets ending day.The sky darkens starting night. In the sky the stars shine bright.But there is no moon tonight. To night the wolves are silentFor there is no moon to howl at.But if you listen you can here the patof a group of paws across the ground.Yet the owls are still hooti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izz11ttsns/679385/ a poem about darkness inside people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izz11ttsns/679384/