I don't enter dark rooms don't dwell in them I fear their musty smell a decaying embrace longs to find me take me to its void thoughts bring winds all access to en empty abyss, hungry for you no sunbeam will illuminate what you cannot poke does not burst in darkness who I am without this nest I will find out when I am ready to leave it behind.
Wonderful! I'm loving this shift to a darker tone in the poetry recently. It's working really well and adding an instantly gripping and mysterious atmosphere to everything. Well done... 😎
Wow, Pilgrim! The arc is so assured. I feel reticence to face grief and yet accepting it produces a stunningly positive ending. ❤️