You close the door
Darkness is so pervasive
It covers the sun.
You are covering my sun.
And yet I would trade the sun
For the odd moon
Just to keep you near.
I question the road I am on,
I look for runes,
I hope and pray for change.
I hope and pray that nothing will change.
And when I open the door
The light stills the cool darkness
The crickets stop singing
The birds chant an erie song.
It is upsettingly cheery.
I fear rejection.
I shut the door.
I feel comforted by the dark.
All is well until
I fall down the stairs.
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