I know I’m not the only one
lost in darkness, seeking sun
feeling reapers coursing near
drawn like magnets to my fear
for many tell of endless dusk
how life dwindles in the murk
when the cure requires the blame
feelings you can’t even name
but many tell of dogged hope
waxing over reaper’s rope
all the days their cages stole
mangled, still she kept control
so as I seek my thorny crown
that shards my head, drowns all sound
I know I must cut to run
knowing hope, not yet the sun