On this hill of stones you stand,
This ancient, sacred rendezvous.
From the shadows comes a man,
He's all the darkest parts of you.
As he walks into the pale red light,
You can clearly see
That he came here for a fight,
And that you mustn't be weak.
Your fingers tighten into fists
As you raise them in front of your face.
Your clenched teeth curse the happenings
That put you into this place.
As the night moves on the fight doesn't end,
And pretty soon you're fighting in the pouring rain.
You fall but you rise, and you wipe your eyes
With hands that are scarlet stained.
This fight on the hill,
This battle of strength and will,
Is what truly gives your life meaning.
Because it reflects your life,
Just you in the night,
Fighting with your demons.
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Experiences in the darkness-Experiences with the Darkness
PoesiaThis is a book of poetry about all the darkness in us and around us and how we experience it in different ways throughout our lives.
