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Beyond the darkness

Beyond The Darkness

© By Jill Lapierre

Beyond the darkness, my darkness I can almost see the light. I reach out to touch it but it is painfully out of my grasp.

I feel the sun, so warm and inviting, how it caresses my cheek. It beckons me to come out and play.

But oh, that is not a part of me now.
Listless, desolated, isolated, void.

My hell creeps in on me like a slow and steady storm, clouding my head with sorrow and morbid hopelessness.
Painfully slow it comes knocking at my door. Like an old friend that you really want to ovoid but always knew you'd see again.

My soul cries out for something, but what it is I just don't know. My head swimming with uncertainties of past and future mistakes.

I tiptoe between reality and dreams and walk with unsteady feet through the garden of fire. Oh what kind of hell have a brought forth upon myself I ponder.

But Ah, to dream and in dreams have no inhibitions in those dreams. What it was like to dream of days past when there was not a care in the world.

Back to reality, to the darkness of my reality and to the sadness of it all. How I loath the air I breath and curse this body in which a dwell.

How nice it would be to let the darkness envelope me into it's cold embrace so I might sleep once again and dream of better days when life was beautiful and darkness was no more.
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