Part of you was white
And part of you was dark.
You try with all your might
To give that dark a spark.
You do what you think is right,
And you hide that dark in the dark,
But with every one of your fights,
Closer to the dark, you embark.
The dark is part of you,
Oh, you naive soul.
You fight these lost battles
That exhaust and consume you whole.
You are not good by nature,
Neither are you that black hole.
You are both, and you are nothing;
You are diamonds and you are coal.
#100DaysOfWriting – Day 49