Darkness

Copyright © 1998 Property of Deborah K. Fletcher. All rights reserved.

July 13, 1998

The darkness presses
Close about.
Cold, unyielding,
Stealing the air.
Outside the sun
Warms the grasses
While here within
There is nothing.
The struggle weakens
A tired soul
As the walls of ice
Press downward.
A last breath
A sorrowful whisper
As the darkness claims
Its victim.

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