I have written what I must.
I've taken what I needed.
Everywhere I look,
Something's always missin'.
That light supposed to be my guide.
Turned darkness, painted scars to mine.
Things never went to what I expect.
I accepted it, went this far.
Thinking, where did I missed something?
Realizing, May be those writings, efforts, pain and scars,
Do not matter to my supposed light.
Everything left in vain.
And Nothing changed.
As time goes by, all left is numbness.
A hope to find cure to this madness.
A healing potion that brings miracle.
This is now the Time to hand you over.
To Let go of your hand, put it unto your own founded light.
Your moon that shines even without its armor.
Beside it, You're its stars that brights.

You have found your light.
While I'm in the Path of hope to find mine.
© @LVIETH