The Dark Soul and Its Night
Death and despair
follow as a shadow
Clinging to my soul
Demanding the sum that I owe.
My dark soul and its night
Desperately search for a path of light.
Running, running, running
To cut through, yes, sever the blight.
Fleeing myself and the past held so dear
Wishing, hoping praying for
God to come near.
Copyright © Michael Popovici | Year Posted 2015
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