Darkness
Outside, inside, enveloping my soul.
I run, and it keeps pace with me,
like a shadow I cannot escape.
Laughing it's hoarse laugh,
mocking my attempts to break free.
Somewhere out there, I know there's a light,
ahead of me, outside me, behind me, inside me.
Waiting to be found, yet not wanting to be found.
If I can reach that light, feel it's warmth,
I know the darkness will be outrun,
and its hoarse laugh a faint dying scream become .
But for now I search, for now I run,
meeting darkness at every turn,
it's laugh echoing at every corner,
mocking me. . .
mocking me. . .
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