A tired mind
The weight of darkness
An impenetrable veil
Eyes wide open, searching
A silent scream from a mouth agape
Long fingers reaching for light from slender hands
The surrounding darkness closes in
Obscuring all horizons
Eyes searching, but not seeing
A deafening silence pervades
Music is muted there is no singing
Flat and toneless there is no song
Beneath its crushing weight
All breath is stolen, suffocating
Drowning in a murky sea
Sinking, collapsing inward
In a corner of the night
Curled up as a child upon a cold floor
Yet there is a spark
A tiny flame burning within
Now to feed the fire and burn away the night.
On a distant horizon
A new day, a new light is born
The predawn glow brilliantly paints the clouds
-Billbo
August 2019
Billbo's Blog 
Thanks Bill.
Iâm glad I took the time to open the page and read it thru. The ending is the best part.
John
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There is always hope..
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