Sometimes in the night
the fears of old
wash over me
The desperation clings
like a child to it's mother
around my soul
The darkness only grows
and twists me
in its maw
Come to where I hide
from the evil things
that haunt me ever still
This shall be the end
of hope and dream
of good and light
In this nightmare I find
something unexpected
solace.
About the Creator
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