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I felt my voice rising
But it stalled in my throat
Being crushed by the weight
Of my Emotions before
They surface broke
When I realized where I was
And heard the Words before I spoke
And gathered myself
Before the Beast was
Woken –
That creature that lives inside
My very Soul
Staining it a dark color
That glitters like onyx and coal
With the consistency of black tar
On this darkened road
That seems to swallow the beam of light
That I try to cast on this creature
As it tries to unfold –
I cannot scream
But I want to
I try to Dream
But I fail to
I push forward with Hope
But that dies too
And the long night stretches on
And unmoved . . .