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Every night in my dreams
I am tortured by the darkness.
No matter how hard I try to wake,
To rise above the black,
I remain succumbed, paralyzed.
When I do eventually wake,
The darkness remains with me.
And no matter how vigorously
I shake my head,
My mind,
My conscience,
It remains.
It blinds me from any light,
Any flame which should guide me.
I cannot see the goodness
Or the happiness
That life can bring.
And never will, so long as this dark veil remains.
Who will remove the blindfold
And let me see again?
Take away the darkness
And let the light shine in?
I search for a sun
That is covered by a dull moon.
I look for a star
On a black blanket that is the night,
That suffocates them all
And stops them from shining.
Will it be you,
My love,
Who takes this monster away?
Who cleanses my mind
And brings back my ease?
Will it be you,
My sweet,
Who warms me in the cold,
To blanket me in warmth?
And will it be you,
My darling,
Who opens the curtains
On filthy windows
And lets the sun shine in again?
As I sit here -
Battered and bruised -
From years of fighting with the darkness.
When all I needed was you.
© Cynthia M. Piromalli
©2003 StoriesByEmail.com
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