Shadows of the night
play a dirty trick
weaving a tangle of hidden mazes
your mind threatens to dig an early grave
it gives no thought to your will
Nor your reslove
it means nothing to the black nothingness
that empty void
that drains your soul
Will you find me
my spirit calls
it remembers the light that led the way
not so long ago
I knew its warmth
its glow banished the dark
from its presence
it is hope that commands that
i don't renege
so i await he searcher of my soul
the one who reads the secrets of
the heart
till he finds me once again
Kristina Constance Olise.
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