Fear Not the Creeping Dark

The creeping dark is there

Waiting for me to slip

The creeping dark is there

Helping my feet to trip

The creeping dark is there

Freezing my heart and soul

The creeping dark is there

Yet deep inside I know

 

The deeper the dark, the steeper the fall

The more precious the win after it all

This poem is about: 
Me

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