Darkness

the struggle

Here in this bed I lay

Eyes open waiting for another day

I feel my soul slowly decay

I try to move but my body will not obey

Wondering am I depressed or just sick

Staring at the clock watching the time tick

The air around me feels very thick

I try to smile hoping that will do the trick

Still I sit here wondering

Why is my heart still sundering

From the bandit who finished plundering

These thoughts cause a steady thundering

I feel the darkness starting to lurk

I can feel it looking at me with a smirk

Its always watching me enjoying its handiwork

I need to find something that will give me a perk

But no matter what I do it doesn’t miss

Looming over me like an eerie abyss

It doesn’t want me to find my bliss

It wants me to stay sad and reminisce

But I will not let it win

I will fight it like a sin

I refuse to take it on the chin

I have continued to get stronger to its chagrin

This will not consume my soul

I will do what is necessary to stay whole

I will once again gain control

And force the darkness to take a stroll

I can feel myself slowly pushing away

From the darkness and its foul play

But still in this bed I lay

Still waiting for another day