Here I Am

Kind of a dark thing written in a moment of despair

Here I am again,
And yes, I’ve seen you before—
God’s black ambassador,
Just passing by this cave,
My life as it were,
Allowing only the sight of your back—
It is almost as if you are an old friend now,
But for the claws on your feet—
Lead on, dim light,
And show me the place I already know,
This end of hopes and dreams,
Maybe choked by weeds,
Maybe under green water, unmoving,
And all the signs along the way
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The End