Dread of the Dark
Senses fade; death in slow motion
Our trembling heart contracts
Fear anchors us in stagnation
It’s ego that reacts
When consciousness sedate
Bliss throbs within gyrate
Darkness let’s celebrate
Our weakness stark
Dread of the dark
14-October-2021
Quietus
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