there is light on the surface
darkness inhabits the depths
some like the cold deep
making their own light
I don't know how
or have forgotten
so I remain on the surface
where even night is brighter
than a wasted day spent
delving unending blackness
there, I find only despair
lone fruit of the dark
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excellently written poem,
excellently written poem, thanks for sharing
Tim.
thank you Tim. I appreciate
thank you Tim. I appreciate you taking the time to comment.