Fear of the endless night

A soul shivering fear, clinging to life, like moss to river stone. The cold moves swiftly through bone, body and mind. My thoughts dwell to the many innocent, I left behind. Will they be safe in the face of light; I pray they be out of sight. Darkness falls while it’s underbelly roars. Dissipated elation and joy, replaced by the same fears I employ. Rusted shackles, balls and rings have now become my reality. These fears are not my own I say, someone else might have to pay. Pay the reaper before his sings his death-riddled song, a night too long. Fear overwhelming and pungent like poison to the apple of man. Have I become part of the untold?A dark reflection, too arrogant, too bold? Am I to be its prisoner or prisonguard, some would say? I am lost either way. Arms outstretched to the passing ship The worst would be to allow fear’s icy grip. My light ,My greatest weapon, I fight whenever I can. I am what I am, no more, no less. I am nothing more than woman or man. Let the light be your guide….