during a process
a mistake
a break in routine
a darkness falls again
into my life
a stone of pure gloom
I know well
as that rock strikes
it hurts to breathe
as always the air goes crisp
and sharp
I am no Stoic
if there’s something
to be learned
from the darkness
this time
I must plead
for it to be
soft learning this time
let it be
a gentle lesson
let there be
no pain
no pain
at all
Dark Matter 
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