Achluophobia
The light in the corner of my room is burnt out,
and a silhouette of the street traces
flickers of sickly orange upon my wall.
In the streetlights I see God,
come to set me free of my fear.
In my narrow bed I lie alone, and have wish
of no other, except perhaps to only hold me
as the darkness encroaches. I need no
flaming passion to encompass,
but rather someone faithful, just to guard.
And I know in my heart I have the most faithful of all,
as the dying streetlights dance upon my wall;
It's hard to fear the darkness when
you remember, on the first day he said:
'Let there be Light. '
By
Kuß von Klinge
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© 2002
Kuß von Klinge
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