Raging Darkness
The darkness sweeps back in
Why does it always come back?
I rears its ugly head
I'm never prepared for its attack
I can feel all of its rage
Somehow stronger than before
I hate when it returns
I can never seem to even the score
I'm feeling so drained
It takes more and more
It wants all I have left
It's breaking down my last door
Will it take me this day?
Can I take one more fight?
Can I draw from your strength?
To again fight the darkness this night
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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