Darkness surrounds me
and covers my face
like a veil.
The Sadness that permeates
my being, intensifies
with the dawn.
Your voice from out the
shadows, incriminates me,
taunting, until
I sink into that dark abyss,
that hell from which
you came.
A weaver of lies,
your shadowy fabric
suffocates me.
The stench of your foul breath
overwhelms and
I taste your wrath.
In desperation, I climb
raw, bleeding,
from out of the chasm,
of despair, and
into the light.

 

 

Kay Ekwall©1999