Doors to darkness

Darkness

Darkness

The doors are open and shadows are creeping in
They come with nights and gloomy smiles of burn.
They linger above, near and ahead of me
They think, I think, I should never walk past –
Without trenching my dreams in their foul at last –
With haunting days and coming storms.
I have no way to run or turn the clock
The hands that tick are faster than death
It will drink me in its gory cup
And toss me away when I am fully gone.
Then it will creep in through another door
And find a stranger that is me some more…

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