In The Dark of Night

<p>In the dark of the night, I woke up fighting to find the light. Overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations, the side effects of the drug you told me I had to take to dissipate my immense feelings of sadness, this overpowering feeling that induces madness.</p> <p>Harrowing were the voices of the wounded souls crying out.<br /> Shards of glass pierced their hearts; they were screaming for their mothers, mummy, mum, mother, mummy, the cries of grown men and women.<br /> Why is it always their mothers they cry out for?<br /> Living in the twilight in darkly lit rooms, a place that resembled a prison cell from the bowels of hell.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/the-power-of-poetry/in-the-dark-of-night-02fe65be3400"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>