The angel of darkness comes to me
Fetches me from my dreams
We swim together away and free
Through the holy streams
She leaves me behind and disappears
With no sense of direction
The moon shines as the sky clears
The stars’ resurrection
I keep swimming to find the shore
With no help to get through
Hear the clouds cry as they pour
“The light will get to you”

I must be different. I find this to be more positive than perceived. Great piece of writing.
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Fine words Frank, thanks for stopping by. Chris.
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Love the sensory imagery.
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Beautifully penned…At the end of every darkness there’s always a light. 😊
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Loneliness and isolation are such huge forces. I have been one to whom the clouds have said, “The light will get to you,” in both senses I have imagined here: someone pities you but takes no action to help, leaving it for mythical “others”; and the darkness itself being a reassuring reminder that there is light and it will come again.
This is a powerful and poignant piece – love it!
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Beautiful..👌
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The only way to get through hell is to keep going. This poem is a beautiful, hopeful message!!
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Enjoy the journey and don’t be afraid. The darkness within has her ways.
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