In dark'ning skies the mystery lies, What wisdom comes this way? A silent scream can't pierce the night Where lurking passions lie. And as the clouds descend on me, I can not get away. There's nowhere for me to hide; Only madness if I try.
I forgot when I wrote this... I'm thinking mid 90s. I occationally go through minor periods of self-reflection like mini dark nights of the soul and a few poems creep out from it. This is one such poem.