fauxcroft

Sitting in the dark

My questioning of life goes on,

I am held together by the sinews

Of mind which thankfully are strong,

My synaptic nerves are raw

And I am riven to the core,

By everything in life and existing

It seems so easy to understand,

Why people, who get hurt by love

And the general hardships in life,

Find it hard to hold it together over time,

I am not blind, so I question why?

In this shadow of my room late at night

That I search for reasons,

I want to discover all the lies

So I can make better informed decisions,

Regarding the important things in life,

That may see the darkness of my room lifted

And be dazzled by a light of truth and discovery that drifts in,

I don’t need any platitudes, I require honesty

So that I can determine how to thrive,

Unlike now, where in the darkness

Without any form of nutrition,

I am likely, just to wilt away and finally die,

Just because I couldn’t find

The answers to my questions,

That constantly and perpetually plagues my active mind.