In the dark
Unable to see
Reaching for a random hand
Hoping it will guide me.
A figure pulls me up
I look in its face
To find darkness
I stumble and fall
And land in your arms
Your soul is pure
Made of the brightest of colors
You pull me towards the light
And help me guide the others.
We travel for miles
Days on end
Searching for the inevitable
We will search and search
Till the very end
And look into the darkness
With wisdom and courage we step into the abyss
No longer blind.
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Black Walls
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote. *WARNING* I wrote a few years ago and thought of posting them. You can see the major differences as you read.