Despair... Or Not? Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Dark clouds fill the uneasy sky,
And all the beautiful sunlight is gone.
In a world where birds don't fly
Where I've waited so very long.

Everything there is dark and dead.
And covered in shadows of grief,
It all feels so extremely sad.
When there is no way to leave.

Like a blind man without a stick,
I wander through a world of pain.
I'm not pretending, this isn't a trick,
And there is no glory to gain,

People think I'm overreacting,
That I'm want to be this way.
But it's all very saddening,
I hope they understand one day.