Monday, 1 December 2014

What is this darkness that I keep falling into? 
I stumble around, trying to find my path. 
My hands are cut and scratched from things that I can’t see, 
My shins and feet bruised and bleeding. 

Why is the path that lies ahead of me void of any guiding lights? 
Why do I search and seek, but for naught? 
My heart yearns for lucidity, but none do I find. 
What now?

I cry out into the emptiness,
There is no one that hears.
Or is there no one that answers?

Hope, my dear heart, hope.
Tis life has more, and surely this journey too.
Dream, my dear soul, and dream more,
Else I die alone in this darkness.