Encroaching darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem, about a man who has lost his love... And future.

Submitted: March 03, 2012

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Submitted: March 03, 2012

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With the waining light my fear grows, can this be the end? No more shall I feel the warmth of that dawn, the dawn said to be in perpetual motion shies away from a broken heart. not to be seen, nor to be heard. The pain in my breast, ought to be a beast. For in the likeness of a beast it devours. From within, my soul is tormented. Ravaged by the cold of this night. My heart grows ever weary in the gloom of the world, left in the dark, alone. Will I ever see that dawn which is promised to me? That which is promised is meant to be fact. The dawn will never come. Hopeless dreamers walk hither and thither, propelled through the dark by the light they fabricate in their minds. In the absence of this light, the dreamer can no longer dream. In the absence of my light, without that dawn, I dare not to hope for a future. 


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