There is a shadow
Stealing all sun and light-
Darkness cowers the brave-
Ignites the fight.
When the shadow loses
It slinks angrily away-
Leaving alone in pain
Its often wounded prey.
No power to fight it-
Or anything that has been done…
Small victories are lost-
The darkness has won.
Then the light it blocks
Starts to fade on its own…
And the line in the sand is drawn
Both sides left alone.
Sanity is stolen
Like words never heard-
The silence takes over
Memories feel absurd.
A lightless fire burns-
After emotions are spent-
Limits are reached
Loneliness reaches content.
Anger is blinding-
From loneliness that it kills…
And a need to get up and fix it. . .
Loses all past will.
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