Gothic Poetry

Life can be bittersweet

Especially with the secrets I keep 

Calling you out

While my conscious does criticize

My own actions to date

Numbness surrounding

My head to my feet

Swimming in sorrow

Repent

But do not repeat

Keeping my distance

From those who may see

Right through my disguise

My sunshine

My feats

Tension inside me grows stronger

Week by week 

Holding me tighter

These ropes keep me weak 

Nearing the end

Of a frightful sleep

My eyes they jerk open

Only to realize

My utter defeat

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-Tanya Petkau