Plagues

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I know a lot plagues your mind, never sharing its entirety,

How many times I’ve begged to probe its depths,

To shine my Light on your Dark.

Like Lucifer performing a miracle,

The Light is foreign to me,

And me foreign to it.

Long it had given up touching these dusty corners,

The hollowed out recesses of my brain,

Where the monsters stir regularly,

And the common sense lies dormant.