It is not the darkness that I fear;
yet what the darkness takes
from those whom I hold dear.
Their joy and laughter have
now lost all their zest,
as they forever now struggle
against the reapers quest.

Time and chance have taken place,
with the blackness of the setting sun,
it gives unquestionable reason to the phrase,
"The Day Is Done"

Thus quickly comes the night,
filled with shallow, squalid dreams,
along with my bruised sanity
bursting loose from frayed and worn seams.

Love and hate are now forever gone,
giving way to eyes that no longer see,
and tongues that the dark silence now keeps.

Alone now on the Shore Of Sorrows I weep...

J. Allen Wilson   2003