You’re wasting your time. The light for which you pray Is gone. It flared once, then died; swept away by the dark, cocooned in shadow so we believe it is no more. Our love is no more. We have lost our way. We have lost our light.
Rain used to fall at my window, It was all I could see; All I could hear- The constant drip of cold, Dark skies. But now I’ve found my better days.
Sometimes I wish I could See in the dark, So I wouldn’t have to Turn on the light To write things down. It blinds me. It’s too bright for The pain I feel. It burns it away So I cannot feel, Just sitting still With ink in one hand Blood on the other….
Left only in the company Of slithers of light along the wall, Drawing harsh, poetic lines Across my work. What happened to the day? At what point did the sun give in Laying waste to all I’ve written? What happened to my words? When did they too, abandon me Leaving me like a shadow in…
Give me enough time, Let me write it down, Let me show you the evidence Of just how sick I am, Let me prove that I exist; I think these thoughts might kill me Before I ever get the chance.