Questions
Something’s changed, like I knew it would. The feeling’s subsided, like a piece of drift wood. Chasing after shadows in the dark. Calling out your name in the stillness of the night. You stole my spark, you robbed me of my sanity. Kept captive to the mark you branded upon my forehead. Something’s wrong; the strength I once had is gone. The knowledge I possessed has been reduced to frivolous babble. Am I strong enough to vanquish my demons who linger in the dark? Am I strong enough to relinquish my fear of failing? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Yet the question remains...
