Lost myself in the dark
Damn,
I lost myself in the dark one night,
Not where the moon forgets to glow,
But in the hollow behind my ribs
Where quiet storms begin to grow.
The stars were there, I’m sure of it—
But none would speak my name.
The shadows wore familiar faces,
Yet nothing felt the same.
I walked through corridors of thought
With walls of doubt and fear,
Each whisper like a shattered clock
Ticking what I didn’t want to hear.
The dark was not an empty place—
It breathed, it watched, it knew.
It wrapped around my tired heart
And pulled me far from view.
I searched for who I used to be
In echoes soft and thin,
Tracing outlines of a soul
That once felt whole within.
My hands reached out for fragments—
Old laughter, borrowed light,
But every memory slipped away
Like smoke against the night.
Yet somewhere in that blackened sea,
Beneath the weight of ache,
A fragile spark refused to die,
A pulse I could not break.
I learned the dark can steal your shape
And blur what you believe,
But even lost, the heart still beats
With secrets it won’t leave.
So if you lose yourself like I—
In silence, deep and stark—
Know this: you are not the dark itself,
You are the spark within the dark. ✨
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