Harsh is the ever-lasting rays
Upon which my skin is ever so fragile
And I go onward into the haze
Do I retreat from its gaze.
Into the darkness I must fold,
Away from the presence of truth
Must I preciously hold
My broken heart in its mold.
Away from the source I must yield,
The law of righteousness fortold
As time elapses the wounds once healed
And the ever-glorious in it wheeled.
The shadows are my friend,
My dearly beloved fiend,
For the sun and its glory in dividends
And the truth be cloaked until the end.
YOU ARE READING
Songs of Phobias
PoetryInspired by different phobias, this is a collection based upon different objects that cause fear in people. A phobia is an irrational and persistent fear of a creature, object, symbol, or situation that tends to cause avoidance at all costs. This wi...
