closings XIII
Deep in the darkness of my mind,
I search for light, but none I find,
Days to weeks and weeks to years,
My fears and worries become my peers.
The world may spin, but my feet are stuck,
A prisoner to this feeling, it’s just my luck
My thoughts they strike with new lethality,
And I lose myself in this mentality.
Those years pass by, still I am drawn,
Drowning in my burning dawn
Into the grip of crippling doubt,
How is it this is the only route?
The chains that bind me may seem strong,
But I refuse to linger for long.
To rid the heart of fear’s abyss
It’s the little things I miss.
My soul calls to the unknown,
Aching for space to call my own.
I summon the courage to take control,
To reach out and make myself whole.
