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poetry
Written by: Poetic Monk Sunny Ashaela, Daisei of the Hold
Date: Tuesday, July 30th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone
Darkness
Its all around me its complete, It scares me down to my feet.
I lack vision, I lack sight, I search frantically for a light.
Blindness and with no cure, frightening to be sure.
I stumble about with out a way, Bumping into things night and day.
Its creeping in making it hard to breathe, Where is the exit, why cant I leave.
Walking running trying to escape, this world has no meaning it has no shape.
Now the noises hit me, I wonder what can they be.
Screeching, hollering, makes no sense, Cant settle down bodies so tense.
An awful sensation feels like falling, On my hands and knees now im crawling.
I gasp as sharp pain in my chest, I try to breathe do my very best.
I curl up in a ball wishing it away, Not sure if its night or if its day.
A thrumming prevades all senses, My blood running out into the trenches.
I feel cold now is my path complete? Death if only I had the strength to cheat.
I feel so utterly heartless, and now all I know is Darkness.
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 631 AF.
poetry
Written by: Poetic Monk Sunny Ashaela, Daisei of the Hold
Date: Tuesday, July 30th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone
Darkness
Its all around me its complete, It scares me down to my feet.
I lack vision, I lack sight, I search frantically for a light.
Blindness and with no cure, frightening to be sure.
I stumble about with out a way, Bumping into things night and day.
Its creeping in making it hard to breathe, Where is the exit, why cant I leave.
Walking running trying to escape, this world has no meaning it has no shape.
Now the noises hit me, I wonder what can they be.
Screeching, hollering, makes no sense, Cant settle down bodies so tense.
An awful sensation feels like falling, On my hands and knees now im crawling.
I gasp as sharp pain in my chest, I try to breathe do my very best.
I curl up in a ball wishing it away, Not sure if its night or if its day.
A thrumming prevades all senses, My blood running out into the trenches.
I feel cold now is my path complete? Death if only I had the strength to cheat.
I feel so utterly heartless, and now all I know is Darkness.
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 631 AF.