Bright Darkness

 

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Neglected and abandoned,

I seem to be shrinking with age.

As the forest creeps in,

Obscuring the sunlight,

And eventually cracks my rooftop,

Giving me a black eye for all to see.

 

But in the impending darkness there is clarity,

Things noticed and apparent,

Which were invisible for years.

 

Are now clear.