A little something I wrote for our newspaper.
What’s this darkness I feel inside?
It tries its damnedest to overwhelm me
I feel my bruised resolve slipping
Like ketchup sliding out of a bottle
Reluctantly first, then easily gave way.
What’s this cloud I just can barely see above my head?
My trembling fingers moved to my eyes as if I could wish it away
Its foreboding presence stifles me as I lay there
Curled up pathetically on the cold barren ground
Like the frightened child I am.
About to succumb to this madness,
I remove my hand willing myself to face my doom, that’s when I saw it –
Barely a flicker of the elusive light
Floating before my vision, with no care in what’s left of the world
It reminded of this thing called …
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