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  • Lily Lawson

The darkness comes

My soul,

black as the darkest night

seeks pointlessly for stars,

or tempting fate, the moon,

to shed some glimpse of light.

I hide myself,

and would stay hidden,

if sustenance was found there,

or delivered by request,

but never in this place.

I dared not hope,

for the freedom

of a solitary time,

to think and feel without constraint,

and yet that gift is given.

I know that.

it is but a temporary state.

for all things are in their own way,

save the permanence of removal,

that led me here.