The search within

I danced under the brightness of the moon,

the soft whistle of the wind being what I hear as the only tune.

Intruding thoughts of did I give up too soon,

barely leave any room for me think I would be immune.

It is tonight that I sit here allowing my mind,

to decide what is wrong and right.

Despite the constant fright that leaves a dark stain on my sight,

I delicately lay my body down in the pasture which soon fills me with delight.

The drops of rain gently trickle up my stomach and back down the length of me.

I come to find myself halfway submerged in mother nature’s pool.

I feel the breeze lightly rock my body in the shallow pond that has been created from the tears the gods shed.

I start to invite the blades to have a tingling bite of my delicate flesh,

in hopes it may ignite myself to feel my lungs grow tight.

I feel myself slowly sinking, in the toxic pool of my own thinking.

As my body delves into the drinking of the sins,

I begin the dance of shrinking in the pool of toxins.

I float downwards to the dark depths of the earth to soon find what I was worth.