a poem

[Breabean]

Faris warning, this is essentially just trash. It is how these past weeks have felt for me, finally pit into words.

 

of darkness comes question.

what is there?

what if not?

of fear comes mention,

could I live

or will I rot?

 

Fervent reaching

into nothing

constant pain

total fear

no here is preaching

I am lost

I am scared

 

will I ever know the solution,

of what is happy,

what is not?

will I survive this mental revolution?

will I live,

or will I rot?