I am surrounded by darkness.
It is so empty. It is so cold.
It is so lonely.
But,.. what is that?
Up ahead, a bit away.
I'm awestruck, and almost confused.
Yet I recognize that what I see, is light.
A beaming light shining through my darkness.
I want to find the source of this glimmering light.
So I run.
I run and run.
I'm getting closer!
But, wait...
Why is the light fading?
No.. no! It can't be.
I chase after it again, and again.
In every direction.
Every day.
Until it becomes clear.
I am being taunted.
I am chasing after light that is not even there.
I am chasing after happiness that is non existent.
I am still in darkness, and there is no way out.
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I'm wilting with the roses.
PoetryI've made stories before. some parts poetic, but one hundred percent depressing. This is where, and when I can really.. exhale. With descriptive words that stretch to paragraphs of things I myself lack the vocabulary to fully describe. So.. the stor...
