Complicated Poem by David Blake

The light so dim, the night long, how
often have I fallen along my way.
Holding on to something in which I
have never truly believed in, I can’t
imagine how it might all end. Never
enough, my words mere pieces of the
illusion you claim to have understood.
Lies and dreams bent into obscene
faces, cold silence, reminding
me why I should say goodbye. Yet
remoras and curiosity beacon me to
stay