This darkness is haunting me,
I try hold onto the light,
But it keeps slipping
Out of sight.
I surround myself with colour,
With happiness and warmth,
But this harsh cold hand
Reaches and pulls me back
It’s clouding my mind like before
But this time there is no slant of light
There is no hope of a safe return
There is only darkness and fire,
Wanting me to burn.
I don’t want to be in the dark again
I’ve felt the light, felt it’s warmth and grace
I want to be happy and free
I don’t want to fake the smile on my face
I want to be happy and free.
15th April 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem