My soul has been wallowing for a thousand days,
It's been left to flounder in a dark smoky haze.
Images of life's wonders have been distorted from view,
The blackness that cloaks me has left a dull hue.
I have lost the ability to taste savoury delights,
To soar to extreme emotional heights.
To feel what it's like to be free from worry,
I've had to slow down and try not to hurry.
I'm digging deep to find the essence of my soul,
A glimmer of light instead of the blackness of coal.
It is tempting to succumb to the call of the crows,
Instead of waiting to reap the rewards life can sow.
A moment of madness is all it would take.
They are frequent behind my persona that's fake.
I guess I have strength because I'm still here,
Even though every breath is burdened with fear.
Will there ever be stars in my pitch black night?
Will I one day rise from the dark to the light?
