Invisible, yet their presence envelops me
An ever present attempt to shroud my soul in darkness
Most are old friends
Hovering in heavy transparencies
Whispering parasites by day
With darkness they should disappear
Yet they cling
Disrupting dreams and hopes of slumber
Searching for a perfect hue to hide them
Increasingly successful
Projecting a future of brightness
With the absence of umbra
Tranquility
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