The Dark. A poem.

The dark encloses me
It is bloated and vampiric, just fed
And I am a foetal ball of fear
Nested in a womb of my own making
And from this poverty of light
There is no escaping
Perhaps there is a tunnel’s end
That in my blindness I cannot see
But until then
The dark encloses me

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