From seemingly nowhere
The long dark tentacles
Reach out to encircle…
The ever growing darkness
Threatens to completely envelope
To block out any light…
With gnarled fingers
It scrapes its way
To cover all within sight…
It brings its partners
Despair and depression
To further set its trap…
It yearns to take hope
To strip away peace
To destroy our Faith…
As with the darkest night
It can be fought
With a thin frail light…
A simple small flame
As that dancing on a candle
Can pierce its grasp…
Mom Is Sick -- For Parents & Kids 
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