• Author B. D. West



Wilted flowers in the night.

How they fill my darkened sight.

Rain falls on my finger tips.

Tears spill to my lips.

The dark is bigger than I.

Powerless… that is why I cry.

In the dark will I ever find,

the me that is trapped in my mind?

How time moves slow

As I wait for light to show.

What secret do I hold dear?

That the darkness will stay near.

Always on my back.

Never giving any slack.

Come to my light, you with my hope.

Without light, I cannot cope.

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