The darkness comes

My soul,
black as the darkest night
seeks pointlessly for stars,
or tempting fate, the moon,
to shed some glimpse of light.

I hide myself,
and would stay hidden,
if sustenance was found there,
or delivered by request,
but never in this place.

I dared not hope,
for the freedom
of a solitary time,
to think and feel without constraint,
and yet that gift is given.

I know that,
it is but a temporary state,
for all things are in their own way,
save the permanence of removal,
that led me here.

Copyright @2020 Lily Lawson

Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

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