What am I?

 

I see nothing.

Surrounded by fear and anger.

Blinded by doubt and passion.

My eyes frost over.

 

Who am I?

Is there good?

Do I belong in darkness?

Is it my home?

 

Fear

It clouds my heart.

Light is struggling to fight.

It is blinded.

 

The surface sees only but void.

What is within?

Is light still fighting?

Who am I?

 

The heart is bleak.

The light is wandering,

Fighting,

And slowly defeating.

This poem is about: 
Me

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