A Gift | Poem

When I was born,

Darkness came to me,

Little I knew, the greatest gift submitted.

Again, I am going to grieve,

I hope light of darkness saves my soul,

Another confinement and I am gone!

Once, darkness of deaths, tears, sickness,

Gifted to me on my death day,

It’s the gift I never leave.

© sjwordsmith

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