Darkness in and darkness without.
A black beast of fear, consuming my doubt
Of all that I've said and all that I've done,
Journeys I've ended and lives I've begun,
Lives that have blessed me, lives I have shamed
Against some that were decent, against others I've blamed
For my fragile failings, my dismal dismay
I've sat with them often, but never to pray
A circular sentence, scenes of sorrow I scream
The darkness it replies
it isn't a dream.
- Author: Appletree ( Offline)
- Published: January 10th, 2022 12:27
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Impressive. Some superb imagery.
Thanks, I appreciate that.
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