If you, like me, understand.
the misery of time itself.
Then you, like me, might understand.
the suffering that my mind has felt.
Over time, the darkness won,
And the light became less clear.
Over time, my mind has become,
A portal full of fear.
Once again, I sit and cry,
Listening to my own thoughts.
The voices inside,
They talk so loud,
I find them hard to sort.
Sieving through the good and bad,
It's hard to see the light.
Leaving me to wonder,
If there is any point in life.
But then the good begins to fight back,
Giving me the strength I need.
The light begins to get closer,
Blinding my eyes with belief.
And the darkness seems to simmer away,
And for the first time, I start to smile.
It's weird to have this feeling,
But I hope it stays for a while.
© P.A.Nelson