The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors.

Flirting with the fringes of dark and light.
Everyone certain of wrong and right,
and when it suits them best.
Judging others pointing fingers,
It's not black and white, it's becoming a quest.

The lines are becoming blurred and I'm unsure.

I'm looking for light, a light at the end of the tunnel.
In these times of trouble.
I'm looking for some light, a light in the form of truth, a light that's bulletproof and can never be extinguished.

Then there's the darkness.
Everything surreal, eerie.
Strange times.
I'm looking for darkness and need to know.
Drawn to the other side but never fully.
Darkest of days an darkest of nights.
Days with no light, where it not safe to go outside and all you can feel is a sense of fight or flight.
The darkness is as much a part of our being as the opposite.
Two making up your whole nature, just a matter of embracing it.
Fighting what has been given is futile.
The Yin and the Yang, the dark and the light.
In the darkest of times, in the brightest of bright.

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