The black cloak of darkness

Engulfs me.

Its cold fingers wrap around

my throat and squeeze.

I'm in a void where time

no longer exists,

Nor does the beat of my heart.

No sound penetrates

This silent prison.

Only the eerie chill

of uncertainty

as my constant companion.

Now and then the misty fog

begins to lift and dissipate,

only to again settle around

my fear of change.

I am locked in this dimension

full of shadows and doubt,

by my own heavy links of guilt.

Do I prefer this empty hole

full of shadows and doubt?

Or is there hope

for the light to reach down

and draw me into

the warm light of forever?

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