Never at Peace

Blind to this feeling

This insignificant sentiment

Tugs maddeningly at the corners of my mind

Just beyond my reach, just out of sight

I know this feeling

I see the specter form,

I feel the phantom pass through me

I can taste the hallow pureness that should be

But all things are beyond my grasp

Beyond reality

This immense pressure, crushing me

All directions, and no escape

Two roads to choose

One of cold, darkness, oblivion

One of warm light

The darkness all too near

The light unattainable

I stagger onward, upward

Following the bright warm light,

Shunning the cold, naturally

But as I dance between twilight and dawn

I become tired

The specter light seems farther off,

And the darkness comes too easily

Too real

So I walk on, but my pace slows

The darkness is catching up…