Marcella Boccia 
In the darkest corners of my mind 

In the darkest corners of my mind,

Where shadows dance and secrets hide,

I delve into the depths of despair,

In search of solace, but find only snare.



The night unfolds its ebony wings,

As melancholy melodies the darkness sings,

A symphony of sorrow, a mournful tune,

An elegy for a soul lost too soon.



In this labyrinth of twisted thoughts,

Where pain resides and hope is naught,

I navigate the corridors of my soul,

Haunted by memories that take their toll.



The ink spills like blood upon the page,

Words become daggers, my heart the stage,

I bleed emotions, a crimson cascade,

Aching wounds that will never fade.



The moon weeps silver tears above,

A witness to this tragic love,

A love that consumes, a love that kills,

A love that suffocates, a love that chills.



In the mirror’s reflection, a hollow face,

Eyes devoid of light, a vacant space,

A fragile vessel, cracked and worn,

A fragile mind, shattered and torn.



Oh, darkness, my constant companion,

Embrace me in your arms, the abyss I summon,

For in this realm of shadows and pain,

I find solace, and I am whole again.



But in the depths, a flicker of light,

A glimmer of hope, a fleeting respite,

For even in darkness, there lies a spark,

A chance to heal, a chance to embark.



So I write these verses, these words of woe,

To purge my demons, to let them go,

In the darkness, I find my voice,

A poet’s soul, forever my choice.