wells no longer wishing

it’s a dark time in the head
when shadows creep
out of their graves from
thoughts long buried
in frost and snow, and then
something grows and grows
until it weighs heavy on
the heart, the heart slows
heart and mind torn apart
for reasons they often
never share or never tell,
it’s a dark time in your head
when wells no longer have
any wishes to tell
it’s a dark time in your head
when all you have to tell
can’t even be spelled out
or crafted into art,
it’s a dark time in your head
when your world is empty,
neither whole or falling apart

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: ghoulish

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