The darkness approaches time after time
It comes without reason, it comes without rhyme
Slowly it creeps up to my soul
To attack it without a drum roll
With stealth and cunning it sneaks up on me
To try to best me before it I can see
It can't be stopped, it comes like the tide
There is no escape, nowhere to hide
I sense it's coming, I'm not unaware
That onward it creeps right over there
Raise the drawbridge, lock up the gates
This is the onslaught that my heart hates
Even to my last breath will I fight
Battle to halt the dying of the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cannot even imagine the feeling of this darkness to climb these hurdles each day is truly amazing.