Outside’s still dark as I write in my room
Finding reason within my ideas, putting them in words
Letting them out in the open to chase away the gloom
That has taken over my realms, my worlds
I regain consciousness for the first time in a long while
To find myself falling at unbelievable speeds
As I’ll soon learn this absolute darkness can be so volatile
And all that takes to break it are a few seeds
It is pitch black here so it couldn’t be hell
All senses are useless for them I cannot use
Soon I will hear the chime of the dreamers bell
Not anymore will I be the victim of fate’s cruel abuse
I try to feel my surroundings as I continue the fall
To find some leverage causing the speed to decrease
Things bump and strike me as I start to hear their call
I catch one it reveals to me as a word, putting my heart at ease
In that dark realm in which I am stuck, can’t see
But start to hear the words’ whisper therefore
I start to catch more and more before they flee
With my love for art I turn them in lines and more
It takes awhile but the first poem is created
After a long time of inspirational drought
This is the cure for this realm that was desolated
By life’s cruel wars that until now I have fought
Each poem I write slows down the descent
And I start to hear sounds what a wonder
Oh how I long to see the moon’s crescent
To sit and gaze, while the worries are blown asunder
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