Swimming in darkness,
wordless.
I despise
my cliches.
There is a fog in my heart,
covering it like an ugly fat.
There is a bad spirt,
hovering above my inner fire.
I feel like a clogged toilet,
suffocating in a dark chamber.
There is loads of crap
stuffed in my heart;
I feel like throwing up,
but I can’t get it out.
It’s so dark,
really dark.
I hear, though,
my alter ego laughing.
And I see
a fountain of light
gushing …
Am in a dark room,
but I light a candle,
even if a little.
There,
my anger
burns together.
Kind of.
Time to open
the window,
or the door.
No more curtain,
no more chain;
No more fog,
no more clog!
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I’ve got to say, I really love this one
Thank you Mercedes! Glad u enjoyed it. <3
Your really shouldn’t swim when it’s dark. It’s dangerous.
Very true!
Thank you for the lovely comment! 
i toast the light! here here
Betam Arif, Jelese! Chirs bebahirdar qirari biyalew!
simply awesome wordplay mon ami.
you are just too clever with it.
a clogged toilet ey?
i can relate to many of those cliches …
life is totally like swimming in darkness.
but the good new is that there ALWAYS is light at the end of the tunnel.
we just have to keep going … and have some faith in our destiny
Thank you mon amie!
Glad to see you, finally! 
Yes faith in our destiny is a must! 
I guess to have that faith we have to fall seven times at the max, and rise on the eighth? 
Your words are delicious.
It’s so good.
You’re a great poet and your words have so much power
Don’t make me blush, yar!
Thank you! 