The Darker


When I look into the day all I see is a dimming light growing into an intense dark night.

The skies are grey filled with haze.

The fog in my mind gets denser with time.

The love in my heart can no longer be shared for fear it will be grabbed and torn apart.

When will the blessing begin? When will good deeds and hard work pay off? So many times, I say this is just a thing …brighter days are ahead; my lips lie.

My eyes grow darker with no difference between the pupils and cornea.

Where is the light at the end of the tunnel promised me at birth?
Is there a way out of the cave that appears to have no exits?

They say the world is round constantly spinning; you can never get off; you keep circling around and around.
The dark gets darker…

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