In the Dark

IN THE DARK

My hands out in front of me,

Groping into a black void,

For some form of familiarity,

In the midst of what is already destroyed,

The cool breeze in my hair,

Feels like a raging gale,

And with every step I take,

I am unable to exhale,

Plunging deeper into the dark,

Trying to find the light,

But only finding darkness,

Darker than the night,

Fighting back fear for the unknown,

Trying to stay strong,

But the black is seeping through my crevices,

Filling me with wrong,

All the while insecurities,

Lingering in my heart,

Spread to my body like cancer,

Threatening to tear me apart.