Dark as the night

Slithering fright

To showcase its prowess

And all its might 

Memories dawn of my duress

Yet in my harrowed mind

I hold myself, stay kind

For grief and scorn

Shall be a thorn

And burn my soul to cinders

Should you ever kinder

A fool's errand At best, 

Making myself pretend

Swimming in your absence

Wade in it's shallow, drowning at it's bend

Praying, Hope be my lighthouse

Knowing you are but a recidivist

Noons drying the morning's mist

I look to another evening's wist 

A lot has to pass before the end

Build, break, fall, rise, yet stay Bright

Another day passes out of sight