It
It is never far enough away,
the dark that descends
and swims through me.
It stole my soul, my joy, my dreams,
as it numbed and distorted
the sense of my reality.
My boy they took,
how could I ever describe,
ever explain,
the feelings that engulfed
me on that night?
A vow was made to
my god high above,
and a battle began to wage,
so resolute I stood
on the precipice of today.
Inside I hear the screaming,
hear the beautiful babel
of my babe,
It's haunting, still lingering
in the shadows of
all my yesterdays.
Copyright © Kim Porter | Year Posted 2007
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