Now is the hour of my death
My light has grown dim
Who will pray for my soul,
as I languish here between worlds?
It has been a long journey
to run out of me
perhaps there was just a lot more of me
than any of us realized.
Now is the twilight before the dark
And there is a silence before the fire
What will God do in this space?
Now that I begin to unravel.
This is pretty dark, and I hope the darkness is not hanging out with you too much now. It is a good well-crafted poem, though, and worth the reading. Thank you for sharing.
I feel like it will be the start of a much longer piece in the future. We shall see.
I agree it is a well crafted dark piece. However I hear an underline of peace.
Interesting.