Darkened sky
silent wind
I ask myself why
I'm rotten within.
Nothing grows here
an emptyness so vast
only full of fear
that comes from the past.
Restles thoughts
one by one
many battles fought
but none of them won.
I wonder if I should stop
and throw my hands in the air.
There's no way to reach the top
and hope is often rare.
So all I can do is wait
for this weight to be taken off me.
Find an answer before it's too late
and my darkness comes over me.
