There was a time when I could feel a light,
And it was close, and found somewhere inside;
My guide that whispered light, promise of right,
Yet light took flight: went quick to burrow and hide.
The absence is most grand when still I sit,
The thoughts that come unbidden, stealing life,
My life, which had a strength, lost bit by bit,
Whittled down to the edge of one thin knife.
The journey through these caverns of my heart
I can't begin to start - the op'ning's wide -
The tendrils start to wind each breath I start
And all I do inside this head is chide.
Somewhere, some way, I promise I'll have day,
And have more color than this rotten grey.