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Darkness
Darkness awaits
my sweet embrace.
Its frigid arms outstretched,
whispering in my ear;
"Come to me my poor dear child,
I've got you in my reach".
Darkness enticing, promising comfort.
Where I know there is only
stealthy tendrils of self-pity,
writhing wickedly
with the seeds of self doubt.
Borning my escort into darkness.
Darkness cunning.
Seductively stripping me of
hope and strength.
Swiftly tearing away my self confidence.
Leaving me naked.
Gagging on bitter reality.
Darkness smug.
Staring down at me.
Thinking he's won.
But as I stand before him shaking and afraid I know
One hand holds a candle
The other holds a match.
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