Stumbling I
Shudder the windows
Pull the drapes
Turning out the lamp
Shadows the only light left
And that isn't much
But the sorrow is more than I can take
Again
Taking my breath from flesh
Stunning
Only the ghosts that haunt
Remain
And I give in
Only wounds and blood within
I've nothing inside to defend myself
With
From them
Leaving me in awe
Stealing my joy
From my soul
There is nothing left
What is there then
Without hope
Unwhole
In darkness?
