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Nov 2013
I'm here,
The sun has set,
The moon sits behind the clouds,
The streets are deprived of light.

One street light flickers on and off,
My worries are heavy,
My strength is weak,
The world is at my door,
Luckily I'm not home.
I have a few more moments left,
I don't have to face it yet.

So where do I go from here?
I don't want to leave my fading light 
Even though the only way I'll move on
Is if I face my fears
And go forth into the dark 

Things lurk within the corners 
Scary things
Like
The truth
And 
Life

I can't believe I'm here
In the flickering light 
Deciding whether or not
To go back to my heart,
To walk forth into darkness,
Or to face honesty and spite
So I can be home again
With the world at my door
Finding the strength and hope
To let her in

But for now,
I'm still here,
The sun has set,
The clouds are passing
And the moon is starting to show,
Shedding light,
Hinting at what I should
Do.
I found this on my old iPod. I wrote this about 6 months ago. I enjoyed it. Hopefully you all do as well.
Andrew Durst
Written by
Andrew Durst  Tarentum, PA.
(Tarentum, PA.)   
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