A New Kind Of Darkness Poem by Annamaria Jara

That new shadow is creeping up on me, on us.
That new kinda of darkness is rising up with its thick smoke its taking delight in our pain.
That new cheerless mist of failure has yet again shown its face.
Where I rest it follows.
My mouth dry and blistering, regret it swallows!
Our emotions we did not halter to the point where sin was our shelter.
For you I will forever have Love. But I hate this heavy feeling of remorse for disapointing the one above....