There is, I agree, a dark side to me
that likes to come and talk and drink some tea.
We discuss life, love and futility.
He is a wicked whisperer of doubt
usually rushing to let it all out,
speaking at times with a passionate shout.
Then he grabs his hat and is on his way
and knowing he'll be back again some day
leaves me wondering what he didn't say.
What new surprises will he have in store
the next time he shows up at my door?
I'm not sure that I can take many more...
Being human, this is as it should be -
there is and will be a dark side to me.
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