To slip into the darkness and feel its cold embrace as the chill night caresses the colour from your pallid, tear-stained face.
Inhale the icy air as you drift and feel it tenderly beseeching, its icy tendrils reaching deep into the depths of your soul, searching for the fragile life that you hold within your tired, tortured self like a flickering flame growing dim upon an old dusty shelf.
And the life that you once knew, says farewell and then goodbye. That cold harsh reality; questions fading with your eyes.
How can you just let go of those you’ve loved throughout your life; that you’ve nurtured and nursed through life’s troubles and strife. Just watch them slip like silken sand free of your frantic fingers until naught but a wisp of memory, is sadly all that lingers.
Written by Darren Scanlon, January 2009 This revised version written 7th April 2015.
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