The darkness crept in

And tore me away from God

Further than I’ve ever been

To unhallowed depths

Where shadows slept

‘Pon memories of your skin

We burned the night

Planted kisses

On the boughs of wicker smiles

The mad crucifix of eternity

Forever, this time?

No

Merely a sliver

Glimpsed in the periphery

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Charl Mijnhardt is an established freelance writer with a special interest in wellness and mental health. He is also an experienced technical writer with many years' experience writing for the security industry. He currently lives in South Africa with his wife, Nastasia, and his cat, Gizmo. Hire him to write engaging copy for your website, blog, e-book, newsletter or marketing communications.

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