To slip into the darkness and
feel its cold embrace as the
chill night caresses the colour
from your pallid, tear-stained face.
Inhale the icy air as you drift
and feel it tenderly beseeching,
its icy tendrils reaching deep
into the depths of your soul,
searching for the fragile life
that you hold within your tired,
tortured self like a flickering flame
growing dim upon an old dusty shelf.
And the life that you once knew,
says farewell and then goodbye.
That cold harsh reality;
questions fading with your eyes.
How can you just let go of those
you’ve loved throughout your life;
that you’ve nurtured and nursed
through life’s troubles and strife.
Just watch them slip like silken sand
free of your frantic fingers until
naught but a wisp of memory,
is sadly all that lingers.
Written by Darren Scanlon, January 2009
This revised version written 7th April 2015.
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