Turmoil
When I look back upon my day I struggle to find one happy thing. I catch a glimpse of a bright light which is my pure memory. I try to grab out at it, but, it is too far away. I run. Darkness surrounds the light, engulfing it. I keep on going, desperate, hoping to catch it. I reach out to it through the shadow, but, the darkness is like thorns and I cut myself on the sharp reality. Even though it is my hand which is cut it feels like it is my heart which has been pierced. Mad with longing a dive into the darkness and try to ignore the blood seeping out of my wounds, down my face and out of my mouth.
At last I see it's glow. Both of my hands close around it. I only feel it's warmth for a few seconds before a strong wind snuffs it out. The shadows have won, darkness will reign. Lost of all hope I fling myself to the ground. Tears fall thick and fast as I become surrounded by black. I curl up in attempt to protect myself from the evil.
I close my eyes and do nothing more than wait for this nightmare to end, even though I know it won't. I am trapped. Trapped in turmoil.
Before the end comes I ask one final question:
What did I do to deserve eternal darkness?
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
