A creepy tickle on my skin,
A cold shiver up my spine.
Seven of them deadly – sin,
Wind whips past a candle lit shrine.

A darkness Grows and Envelops,
A numbing daze a disconnected expression.
No room inside as the Darkness Develops,
Clawing at the water sheer desperation.

You see it I feel it we live it together,
Plunge deeper the well of hopes and dreams.
Nature the Mother lest we never forget Her,
The struggles precipitous terror the screams.

I can’t help but feel I missed my chance.