A Hand In The Darkness

Summertime in Copenhagen
Under the midnight sun
I cannot sleep; there is no joy
Crying from a tsunami of pain
I contemplate the end of my existence
Death’s siren-call promises peace

Panic sets in
Remembering the ones I’d leave behind
Each face as clear as day
Voiceless and immutable
Embers of hope glow in the void
New destinies await
Telephone calls to friends bring light
I hear the one named “Jason”
O such sweet words!
Now I will lighten your burden!

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