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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