Hard it is to see while locked in a dark space
Feeling through it for a source of light
Listening intently engulfed by the darkness
For nothing more than a nudge in the right path.
Time is as still as is the infinite darkness
All hope is broken, as are all dreams
Has it been a day, month or a year that had passed
Since entering this cemetery of damaged dreams.
A stream of light poured in through a crack
Its streak illuminating the mind from it’s unrest
Lapse into the future and all wounds shall be healed
Until then shh…just follow the light’s golden streak.