Darkness
By Joseph Abelardo Conaty
Darkness. It makes me fear.
It makes me sad. It is very near.
Darkness. It knows no fame.
It brings me worry. It brings me shame.
Darkness. It makes me shroud.
It makes me paranoid. It screams out loud.
Darkness. It steers me away.
It stresses me out. It leads me astray.
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