I feel the darkness creep in,
It’s shadow, a glimpse,
It’s struggle to dominate.
A shapeless vision,
it appears to have teeth,
flashing either in chagrin or delight.
Hopeless,
Can’t fight this gloom.
To struggle or succumb,
my last thought,
as I feel a glow within me.
Snug , warm
Calvary or solace,
It is drawing me in and
I can’t defy it’s pull.