As Night Draws Near…

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The darkness comes…

And, inevitably, the fear—

Creeping inside me,

For I know it is near.

Wriggling, writhing,

It beckons my soul.

For, I am the one

That you cannot console.

With pain in my eyes

And a thundering head—

These flashes of night

Hold the weight that I dread.

Fluttering, falling…

My thoughts take their flight.

Daring to see,

As I drift through this night.

The visions retrieved

Are the death to what’s right.

But, I still feel the pull

As the day turns to night.

 

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