It is cold
& I'm alone
exhausted, tired
weary to the bone
hills once covered
in glittering gold
are replaced by darkness
and all it enfolds
like a cloak
a blanket of sadness
hidden in the clouds
moments of madness
where does it end?
the twists and turns
I faced my fears
and how it burns
a pile of ashes
& broken dreams
you can hear the silence
and how it screams
looking for the light
that guiding way
as I find myself
a better day
where darkness
no longer enfolds
hills of promise
hills of gold
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