There’s a darkness
That will not m/end
Swiveling, inside
Faster and faster and faster
And you can almost miss me sitting here
The real me, I mean
Through all this talk and laughter
The spinning –that- just doesn’t stop
This darkness that owns me
And, that I own
Is consistently around
A shadowy companion
Tethered to my being
Always mocking my attempts
at switching on the lights
crawling out of the abyss
the familiar depths
which have become
safe, comfortable
and mine….
Sashikala Premawardhane
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