Darkness From Within
The tattered darkness,Reaches out to surround,Drawn to my nature,My own darkness found.It clings to me,Like tar from the pit,Until it slows me down,Not one candle lit.I plot on alone,In darkness,lost,A hell of my making,Oh, what the cost.Still I move forward,Pulling against the flow,Forever, sifting and searching,For that one little glow. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 03:25 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 1
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"The tattered darkness,Reaches out to surround,Drawn to my nature,My own darkness found.It clings to me,Like tar from the pit,Until it slows me down,Not one candle lit.I plot on alone,In darkness,lost,A hell of my making,Oh, what the cost.Still I move forward,Pulling against the flow,Forever, sifting and searching,For that one little glow...."