Megan Rose's Poetry

It Comes For Me.

The darkness has found me again,  

It is casting upon me as thick as it can.  

The light denies my request for it to dwell,  

This place is becoming more and more like hell.  

For it putting me in such an overwhelming position,  

Causing me to suffer through its unbearable fears and demolition.  

It comes as an enemy with evil plans and organizations,  

But I myself am committed to a pure source and I have my obligations.