Darkness

Darkness long poem

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And there is the night.
Darkness in full bloom.
Creatures lurking,
looking for food.

That is the night, the real fright.
The solem wisp of the ever ending
fear of nothing,
Yet everything.

There is the night, the dark,
The ever lasting sight
Of nothingmore,
but this black hole of nothingness.

Yet there is a little wisp of light,
One we don´t see,
That small glimner in the corner of the everlasting eye of our purpose.
The hope that lives.
The hope that sings.

Yet here we are
In a night that never ends.
In a bewilderment if naive construction
In a world of total destruction.

yet the hopes stands.
Yet this darkness will not hold us back
we have to crawl back.

Think of what we are, and hope the rest is in our Hands.
Not others.
But in us.

In how we have to take this darkness
And turn it around.

And as we see the stars.
With friends and family.
We should see what
This darkness brings.

Not fear.

No.

But the one thing we have being missing,
humanity, humility.
Yes, that is what we have been missing.
The one thing that turns us from what we are to what we are supposed to be.

Yet here we are. In a darkness,
and when our fellow men scream help, we do to our better judgment what we must. But then, the asshole comes, just like a dump.

We live in a dark world as of now.
Created by nature’s wrath.
And we have to deal with what we got.
Yet we stand together and lift ourselves higher.

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