The music stops, and I feel the cold. Love hacked and extracted. Can the soul save itself? As they fight for my last breath? Pulling me back to the shadow world, where dead hearts can't bleed. Moons don't reflect from seas, and on the vulnerable, the shadows feed.
Smith Shine Poetry 
This poem reminds me of the passage “Yea,though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me”. Surely your poem reflects although shadows lurk the light of Christ shines within you. Beautiful writing! God Bless and keep you.
Julia
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Christs love definitely got me through some dark chapters of my life this being one of those . thank you.
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and on the vulnerable,
the shadows feed.
A great line!
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Thank you sir, means alot coming from yourself.
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You are welcome!
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Beautiful!
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