I look for the light
Crave for it
My thoughts have been derailed
The train has lost its course
This worry I feel
I wear it like a second skin
Closer to me than a kin
I am sinking
Dying
Drowning
Destitute and alone
Waiting for the medication to kick in
My hands have begun to shake
Murmurs rise from my throat now
The doubt sets in
Did I do it right?
My heart starts to race
Dying
Drowning
Destitute and alone
The feelings don’t change
My soul is crying
Please help me, for I am lost
I am scared of the dark
It clings to me
Claws at my heart
The little light I have left
Can not survive through the night
When dawn comes
Will the darkness leave me?
Will the light return?
Will hope find its way back to me?
Will my heart once more know of truth and not despair?
My little light will lead me to the dawn
My redemption is at hand
I must hope on tomorrow’s present
I love poems! Someone told me that people start writing poems when they are in love; or when they lose love!
May you find your “tomorrow” : )
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Thank you so much.
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I love how each line tells a story. ☺
And may you find the “light.”
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