It's me again.
One of the many dark figures.
Exiting this dark room.
After many days of groping the walls.
Trying to get hold of the door knob.
It's your turn now.
Don't lurk by my shadows.
For I can't stand by the door all of my days holding it.
The dark is scared of the light's affection.
Even a light kiss on its forehead it hides.
©rukungu-ed
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