Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers br touching her to her very soul br its the darkness to which she may not surrender br no matter how much sweeter the prospect br br darkness invites her to come, and rest br darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest br it assures her that her troubles will be left behind br no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind br br darkness, the sweet, eternal friend br when in fact it would be her final brutal end br the temptation to give in, to giver over to the darkness br is always present, as her life is in a constant mess br br she feel she is drowning in the light br no one sees her, no one hears her plight br its ignorant bliss she wishes for, craves br yet she faces each day anew and always braves br br the elements of her life, the constant beaten path br she seems to follow from day to grueling day br she wishes for a warm welcoming hearth br but she always, always seems to lose her way br br she is lost, will she ever be found? br Will she ever again hear that sweet promising sound br of the light that is meant to have and hold br yet for her is carries the odor of the dank and cold br br the light fades daily, hence the pending darkness br its the darkness that always theses days prevails br and she is sinking, sinking, sinking down, down br further away from this light, for the darkness prevails br br Darkness of mind, darkness of soul br that which claims both the young and the very old br darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend br why then do you only bring about, her impending end?br br Jill Ferreybr br