The Darkness
 The darkness comes and then it goes,
Like the tide, it ebbs and flows,
The thoughts like driftwood washing up on the shore,
With each wave, there appear ever more,
The few to wash away leaving yet more behind,
In this tumultuous place that I call my mind.
The storm rages on, Lightning flash and thunder roll,
The wind whips up, a violent squall,
It carries a sound, a piercing scream from afar,
Another blood soaked blade leaving one more scar,
A shining light burns through the storm,
White hot and bright, it slowly takes form,
I shy away to keep it free,
To protect the thing that comes to me,
I run and run to get away,
This figure shines brighter and mimics the day,
It cuts through the dark little by little,
My resolve waivers as the darkness turns brittle,
It shatters and falls,
The figure calls,
The voices of loved ones sent from the heart,
To break up the dark and let the mind restart,
The darkness goes and then it comes,
This time I’ll fight, so bang the drums.
My friends by my side, wherever they are,
They all have my back, both near…. And far.
