Two inconsistent morning poems

Darkness

Darkness my friend

Darkness my foe

In the end

Both is true, no?

I feel so heavy

I feel so sad

Tears on my pillow

Can't get out of bed

Light peers through windows

But I care not

Only the darkness

Can hide the thoughts

Don't want to be seen

Don't want to explore

Don't want to move

From off the floor

Bleeding use to help

Now it makes it worse

Depression as adult

Scum of the earth

Stench

Some people claim

To not like how they smell

Unless they're fresh out the shower

And slathered with purell

But me I like it earthy (sometimes dirty)

Human oils on the skin

I don't wipe it away

I bath in them

I like to sniff my hair

I like to sniff my pits

I like to smell my underwear

What?!? This pussy is bliss

A hug and a sniff can tell a lot

Each aroma is their own

I'll know when I find my person

Because they'll smell like home

CLR 2/2020