That feeling of doom that creeps inside..
Much like the crashing of a dark gloomy tide..
We navigate our twilight zones seeking the light..
We try to make sense of this internal fight ..
We fall and we rise, rise and we fall..
Our minds determine our final call..
The question is two-fold..the answer a blur..
Will we climb out or fall deeper below?
Its the struggle we face, the path that we choose..
Afraid to move forward, yet nothing to loose..
Haunted by darkness, challenged by light..
It's our everyday struggle between day and night..
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the struggle between the light and the dark, day and night