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The Darkness

by H.D. Reiss

 

I am afraid of this darkness,

And yet I know that there is nothing I can do,

To stop its insidious march towards me,

The darkness of night must always follow the light of day.

 

I am afraid of this darkness,

Because it surrounds me in a veil of blackness,

So deep and so complete, that I lose touch with

All that has been reality.

 

I can no longer see the walls of my room,

And yet I know they are there.

I can no longer see the photos of loved ones,

Which decorate my dresser top, and yet I know they are there.

 

I must blindly reach out to touch,

What ever may be close to me,

Although I am very well aware that there is,

Nothing nor no one close enough to satisfy that longing.

 

I am afraid of this darkness, and yet I know very well,

That if love were present, the darkness would not matter,

For with love in your arms, light is not needed,

And that which was once feared, a friend has become.  

Copyrightę2000 H.D. Reiss