I must write to keep
The darkness from falling
I must paint to see light
When drapes are descending
For bones of old castles
And ghosts come a'calling
To bend and to rend
And whisper of endings
My fingers must move
On the surface of days
Make marks and small scratches
Vague imprints on hours
Since muscles and blood
Buffer bonds of decay
Though feeble, my efforts
Can keep hell at bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A poem of endurance, distraction, being occupied, ' I must write to keep the darkness from falling'! !