My Darkness. - Poem by Douglas McClarty
I am sitting alone looking at the lake
In darkness illuminated by a waxing moon
My thoughts are as dark as the night
Yet when morning comes it will not alter
The sun does not lighten the darkness
Or brighten and warm a darkened soul
The lake will still be there no different
Its waters still dark, even in the light
only when clouds disperse things change
Yet it's not I who can make this melt away
I can only wait until the gloom disappears
But I have to believe it always will for me.
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