Been There? Poem by C H Sund

Black, blackness, bleak, blackness
comforting, consoling, cooling...
calling me, wanting me, I go

Minding no one, I’m fleeing
to darkness, soothing frays
ridding the cacophonies

A balm this blackness holds on me
freeing, yet snaring, pulling
a spiral to a hole, darkness pulls

I feel I shouldn’t care, just go
ride this blackness, ride it hard
enough sunshiny suns, need to run

Yeah sure I will see the light
another cliché to package a mind
labels to chart, pills to fill

But
In the end, the blackness wins
cold solace the graveyard stone
been there, done that, let me out