One of my older poems, but also a favorite: Night falls. A blinding darkness in which I cannot see the light. The silence is deafening. Death, death is the only way to escape. Escape the darkness which is my asylum. But the light, the light is still there. The light will always banish the shadows. But I cannot escape the shadows of my mind, my prison, my asylum. The light cannot break the shadows I have created. But will I spend an eternity condemned? For I cannot see the light, but it is there. The light will overpower the darkness. But will it be too late? For I am lost. Lost in the shadows of my mind, my prison, my asylum.