Dying in the Sun
Secluded
The Darkened Existence
once held me in comfort
Straying from the light
Choosing an secluded life
Feelings of content beyond grasp
just being, existing,
Cowardly hiding from the world
Fearing being left alone
The Dark was spellbinding
Lulled me into psudo-comfort
Embraced my body in utter familiar coldness
Freezing my soul, locking away feelings
The Cold was home
Protected me from the hurt
Shielded me from the evil of others
Slowly killing my spirit
The Frosty Prison was breached
Unlocking me from my self-exile
Slowly the ice melts,
Freeing my Spirit
Feeling welcomed and wanted
Embraced with long forgotten warmth
Freed from the confines of my mind
No longer having to cowardly hide away
Daniel Huron `10-04-00
