A single pixel point of light
In warm and dank, rich dark
I tread with disposition mild
And countenance so stark
Enveloped in effluvium
The senses grow too dull
Emotions try but do in vain
This darkness always culls
So be this place; so be its pow'rs
Its pangs touch me not much
Be it friend or be it foe
So am I in its clutch
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
A single pixel point of light
In warm and dank, rich dark
I tread with disposition mild
And countenance so stark
Enveloped in effluvium
The senses grow too dull
Emotions try but do in vain
This darkness always culls
So be this place; so be its pow'rs
Its pangs touch me not much
Be it friend or be it foe
So am I in its clutch
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