NO STRENGTH TO FIGHT

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View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning

 

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

 

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

 

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become grey,

No strength to fight.

DESERTED CASTLE

Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

 

 

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

THE FIGHT

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“ View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
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THE FIGHT
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer day
When the sun...

 

earthporn-org:

View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning

THE FIGHT

Night into the day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

 

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

 

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become grey,

No strength to fight.

 

A DARK COCOON

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The moon passes the sun.

Morning bows out, all done.

Darkness unveils its grim poker hand

to the drum beat of the marching band.

A moment of blackness

brings fears of more darkness.

What if your life was all dark?

The sun never lefts its mark.

The mornings and nights the same,

bringing you mountains of pain.

No relief from the bleak cocoon

like digging your grave with a spoon.

Years fade and turn to dust,

your memory goes bust.

Trapped in walls of despair,

without holes for the air.

Is this living or not?

She is stuck in one spot.

Too afraid to venture outside,

a further blow to her lost pride.

She hides in the nursing home,

where she reaches for the phone.

“Help me,”​ she cries out.

No one can help out.

Lost in her dark cocoon,

where she fits like a spoon.

Waiting for death to take its flight

to a better place in the light.