Swirling and twirling
the shadows dance,
Swaying and moving
like flames of black.
Swelling and pulsing
with each low flicker,
Shading then releasing
the world beneath.
Like a thing alive
the shadows do move,
Like a heart beating
they do sway.
Each dark thought
makes them grow,
Stronger and stronger
each day that passes.
Lost in misery
my heart does seep,
Knowing no light
just the gathering dark.
Deeper and deeper
I feel myself slip,
Becoming more a shell
and less a man.
Twilight has faded
and become dusk,
That too has deepened
into the full of night.
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