The sun sets and the darkness proliferates. <br />It is not in an instant. <br />It slowly shrouds like a pall, <br />Thickening, each moment, <br />Becoming impenetrable. <br /> <br />But the darkness within <br />Has been eternal, <br />Neither presaged by a setting sun <br />Nor in hope of being followed <br />By a mounting one. <br /> <br />I languish in it. <br />Not that I lack the nerve <br />To surmount it. <br />Rather, I wish to remain so. <br />It is quite convenient. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />05th January 2009 <br />00.03 am<br /><br />asma bahrainwala<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apathy-17/
