sleep

such misery; such pain. the agony mocks me. taunting with images of what could be. the words i wrote, the illustration of my passions, now serves as only a memento from another time, another life.


memories are fading fast; the words become a dizzy slur. the racing world blurs past. i've lost my place in life.


the words seem hollow now. chosen with care, conflicted by emotion. i'm overwhelmed in confusion, too caught up in the past. i was stuck in an illusion that the moments could ever last.


lost in a mental cacophony of drowsy thoughts, my uncertainty increases. i cannot myself in the faceless crowd.

darkness

at a time, i lived my life in a blinding world with cutting words forged from fire. now, i find myself in a darkened realm filled with whispered secrets, confusion and uncertainty.


for a time, i found myself without a guide, without a chance in the fight. suddenly, twin lights stared my in the face, bringing with them the promise of life, long since lost.


in the light of familiar sunshine, i've realized i have lived my life in torture, chasing wild dreams that pass as smoke through my fingers, missing entirely the plain view of reality, continuing despite my lack of attention. and my wishes, as shown in the light, have proven empty, void of any promise.


and now, i am saddened, left only with an empty page.