the darkness

I found it hard the write lately, this is my escape.

As darkness floods,
the way narrows.
I cannot seem to free myself
from the spell that entrances me.

Ignoring my entreaties,
it refuses to free me.
I'm enticed by the soft words
of the one who keeps me.

I'm loosing coherency,
loosing the very essence of me.
With the darkness comes fervency.

My struggle is futile.
I hang on to my last gleam of hope.
My thoughts intertwine like a kaleidoscope.
I let go knowing that despite my entreaties,
I never lost who I was, I never lost me.