A poem of desperation and hope, by Concetta, exclusively for Different Truths.
I sit in the void Thoughts abound Some good, some bad The light flickers Bright Brighter D azzling Brilliance As the shadows recede; burnt Into the darkness The light begins to return Unhurried Slow Imperceptible The ego returns To strengthen, restore, improve The soul, the essence of the person To fight the good fight To extinguish the spark Before it burns Before the brilliance comes back Before the fire becomes an inferno The void lifts Leaving me exhausted.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths