Despair

Dark and Black,
No sunshine left to fight it back.

Boxed up and Bottled tight,
Sometimes I wonder, am I strong
enough for this fight.

A new day, Another tomorrow.
Is there really a place for all
my sorrow.

Moving forward, No turning back.
Sometimes I wish someone would
pick up the slack.

Back inside and Nestled tight,
I am forever reaching toward the
light.

words of despair ... by lostko
Art byAerten