Born into a crowded space
that you can’t control,
running from arrows
that you can not see.
Trapped in who
you are
because you
are what you’ve
always been.
Sub-consciously you
search for what
will never be found.
Apathy is a gift,
it numbs and soothes.
Time was once just
an illusion,
but now it’s a
cold reality
that judges and taunts
at every turn.
Darkness is better
than light, it hides
the warts and faults
that consume
and hinder.
But after the
darkness comes
the light,
for better or worse.