Descencion - Poem by Christopher McNabb
In the depth, the dark of night.
They come and whisper in my ear.
Where the shadows plot their plight.
Hoping they may draw me near.
Darkness comes into my soul.
From deceit and mal intention.
Fed by a heart that isn't whole.
It stands gaurd for my descension.
As a child they told me lies.
As a man they're my demise.
Whom shall break these chains that bind.
A heart thats salvaged not confined.
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