Light of the World

I feel it coming in the wind—

the blackness heavy as a thousand stones.

It smothers me like death again,

the darkness seeping down beneath my skin

and weighing down on all my bones

to take me out as if it were the end.

How do I walk when I am blind?

It hurts to move without the sense of light.

And yet the shadow-winds are bold

to think that they can lock me in their hold

to fade into eternal night

for Light still conquers darkness every time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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