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The Face of Darkness
I saw the darkness
and it saw me
It grasped me
in blind, black fingers
holding me helpless
in unyielding grip
The darkness laughed
daring me to resist its will
smiling at my feeble efforts
to break free to light
It showed me its face
human in every conceivable way
My muse has been on hiatus or, actually, it's been held in restraints by time, or the lack thereof. Feels good to get back to things. This is being shared with the good folks over at One Stop Poetry for Friday Poetically, and with The G-Man at Mr. KnowItAll for Friday Flash 55. Be sure you check both of them out. Thanks for reading.
