Darkness
by Cynthia E. Jones
In the darkness I lay my sword down, my only defense, light.
In the distance a light shines, in the
darkness I run with anticipation, and
cold wrapping itself around my mind.
I rage forward and feel not of the
blackness in my soul, I rage forward
on my quest to be comforted and warmed.
This horrible example, thrashing and lunging,
my soul ripped from my body and no one to
claim; stands before me whispering my name.
Claim yours, that thing that belongs to you,
don't let these whims you call memory
haunt you in fear and break you.
The night sweeps along, my spirit will dance,
I will wait and gently close my eyes until
I have strength to call it back again.
Until then; I will live in the darkness.
Copyrighted 2000 Cynthia E. Jones
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