The darkness is growing
But my face isn't showing
The fear that's within
Where it's always been
The fear of that dark
Doesn't give me a spark
Of the hope or love
That comes from above
That hope and love is lost
At such a greater cost
Then I can ever repay
at the end of the day
The black that is back
Ever cuts me no slack
It is always out there
Way over there somewhere
Always waiting to get me
To do me in you see
I can fight it no more
It's too much a chore
The shadows are long
I'm just not that strong
I don't have it within
To fight it and win
In the end I am weak
The victory I seek
It is so far away
At the end of the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem