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.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:36 AM UTC
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.
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