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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.
Copyright©2000 H.D. Reiss