It Is Getting Dark (page 4)

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You're a jewel, Nancy Drew.

Thanks for the confidence boost. I want to move forward with my life, but it will not include robbery, you can bank count on that!

Many thanks for a practical outlook that can work even for a dreamer!

CoCo

Three candles have been burning bright, bright and true as
I sit and I stare into my own personal and intractable oblivion;
however, the tapered red triplets have begun to gutter though
all my windows have been shut against even the smallest draft.

The first whose wick I set to flame has grown cold as, so too,
has the warmth that once so lovingly caressed my robust frame.
As a penetrating fog new to a once lively mind has settled in and
dampened my soul, I glance the second scarlet torch; it goes dead.

Anxious - terrified - that changes swift and sure are invading the land I
do love, I shield my eyes in fear from the third and last before it, too, bids
adieu to a darkening room ... yet I sense it blazes all the more merrily while
vision dims and a stiff cold wind from a broken pane intones night has come.

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No longer do I fear the night.
I move about yet unseen to
eyes that once sent daggers

And ears that heard the worst
but never the best of who I was.

Dark is good - it hides the shape
that I've become and shields me
from scolding tongues of hateful

Men who themselves are immune
from the little pains of folk like me.

I love the shadows but haunt the
day to remind myself that light has
its worth but no more a place for me.

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It is 5 o'clock - a new morning whose awakening dawn creeps up onto an ancient, unmoving horizon, an imaginary horizontal line toward which I have always looked with a hopeless desire.

The hands of my clock advance in the usual direction; nevertheless, the anticipated rise of the sun appears delayed - delayed for reasons I understand deep within. Is my darkened outlook upon life and love the reason my landscape remains as black as an hour before when, as someone once said, the night is darkest before the dawn?

nancy drew

He opened his eyes to a dimly lite room and casually glanced at the clock as he turned his body towards the window no sun yet. His depressed thoughts began to gather and he prepared himself for another lonely day when suddenly he thought 'what did that clock say" turning back he realized it was 9:30 and where was the sun? He bolted up and looked out the window and his depressed thoughts fled from his mind. The sky was strange a peculiar shade of red an ominous feeling began to overpower him something wasn't right.

compound complex

Thank you, Nancy.

Beautiful. Sorry I hadn't commented sooner.

It's been 7 months . . .

CoCo en retard

nancy drew

Later that day he would discover that the warm summer evening had somehow turned into a chilly january morning as he realized that seven months had mysteriously disappeared.

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The bracing chill of this January morn creeps
with stealth into my forsaken life, promising

To be attentive to my need for the desolation
and darkness peculiar to a dirty winter's day.

Health and light and good cheer are but faint
memories of a life gone bad, but my resolve

Says to soldier on, marching with head held
high as life fades to black in this film noir.

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The sun rises on the horizon and in my heart . . .
It is a light my eyes thought never again to see,

Yet, here it is, and I rejoice to awake with mind
and soul ready to move on, goodbye all despair.

nancy drew

That was the day everything changed

It Is Getting Dark

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