The sun has fallen beyond the horizon as night ushers in the darkness.
You sit alone, cloaked in the weak glow of the nearby lamp.
When blackness beckons.
Your small world of light is oppressed by the surrounding shadows.
Thoughts grow bleak, the want for sleep replaced with swelling fear.
As sadness lingers.
This lonely siege from the horrors of the void seems without end.
Never in this life have you been so lost, so impossibly alone.
I harbor hope.
For this night, as any other, is always darkest before the dawn.
Until the glow of early morning shines, I will stand by you.
Through this pain.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
The sun has fallen beyond the horizon as night ushers in the darkness.
You sit alone, cloaked in the weak glow of the nearby lamp.
When blackness beckons.
Your small world of light is oppressed by the surrounding shadows.
Thoughts grow bleak, the want for sleep replaced with swelling fear.
As sadness lingers.
This lonely siege from the horrors of the void seems without end.
Never in this life have you been so lost, so impossibly alone.
I harbor hope.
For this night, as any other, is always darkest before the dawn.
Until the glow of early morning shines, I will stand by you.
Through this pain.