Darkness
By John A. Wilson
The darkness closes around me.
It holds me like a lover's embrace.
Darkness so thick I can almost feel it against my skin.
I don't fear the darkness
I welcome it.
It feels warm and comfortable to me, not cold.
Here in the darkness away from prying eyes
I can finally be myself.
Just me, no pretensions, no reputation to keep up,
Just me.
And no one can see my tears quietly fall.
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