Why is it then it feels this way?
Lingering feelings of a shroud of hope.
Everything evolved today,
It’s becoming hard to cope.
Realism stole my metaphor’s ,
It’s a little cold’n lonely here.
Forgot what I locked behind that door,
It’s still there after all these years.
A persistent whispering
Asking, are you okay?
The worlds darkening,
I don’t know what to say.
Everything will be fine,
Just a little more, just a little further,
Everything will be fixed by time,
A little darker, then a little brighter.
I’ll escape the darkness
Lurking in the back of my mind,
Persistently plodding on
To become what I hope to find.
March 6th 2014