The Dwelling

My secret place where the darkness forms;

A simplistic place where most decide to roam;

Indecisiveness finds its home here;

Fear circulates behaving like a puppeteer;

Visors replacing clear sight;

Strength slowly taken, no longer able to fight;

Fleeting thoughts of possibilities;

Quickly rushed away by illusions of stability;

Distant echoes of a life that once was;

The slow painful injections of the bitter sweetness that now, is and always was;

The darkness is my friend;

It follows me at every turn;

Light makes its plan to free me… but the dwelling has other plans to keep that consistent burn.