I think of all I hold dear;

God and loved ones, nature, more;

Note the path is darker here

Than it’s ever been before.

Ponder in this gloomy place

If I’ll live to see the light;

Or if some effort to erase

Will finally make it ever night.

No, not forever. Only now.

In such confidence I cope;

But this instance will allow

Quiet sadness mixed with hope.

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