There was no going back
Rather, there was
No going forward any longer
It would only be back
Deep into the dark

The light would fade
Slipping farther
Out of the blaze
Into obscurity
Not meaning to exit
Not yet anyway

But it was done
And when all is done
Release
Becoming night

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Author’s Note:
The photo prompt comes from Everyday Poems. I was also inspired by one of the regular poets on the site, Reno King Lawrence whose poetry I always enjoy. I never heard of Francesca Woodman but was moved by her photography and story. Thank you to both Reno and Everyday Poems.