The Leaving

Blackness of 'death'
Has tried to conquer
My inner soul
Slipping on the last hour
As looking into the failing
Dirty rays of fainting
Sunsets light
The tides of blacknes
Washing my inner soul
Always pretending
To be my close friend
The dreams I had
Offering the most comfort
Are the ones of dieing
Cruel teasing me
Leading me there
Leaving me there
The things I need
Have Left me....
In the deepest ground
Crying one last tear
Knowing I had lost
In the forgotten land
Called darkness.

poem by Howard Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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