Pitch black, quiet…nothing moves, it’s silent.
Darkness covers the Sky as I tread defiant.
I once was beloved, now I am so hated.
At one time victorious, now so defeated.
Loneliness fills all of my mind with agony.
Still as a stagnant River frozen by apathy.
Around many, yet distant from all.
None to feel my pain, hear my call.
Looking for closeness with anyone.
What a test for me, to be so alone.
Oftentimes, I feel dead, yearning for the free-flow of Life.
No worries about foes or dangers, not even fears of strife.
Alas, the irony is that there’s a morbid comfort in Obscurity.
It sometimes protects us from self-torture & offers security.
Gareth Bryant/2015
