Monday, 30 March 2015

The Darkness Within

To wake with a dark blanket over my head is a recurring event that I want to opt out of.
To breathe is such hard work now as it seems like energy wasted on this empty body.
Yearning to taste life again, to savour happiness, to drink in life and all it has to offer.

My eyelids open with hazel eyes inside that see only black onyx life.
The blood still pumps through my veins but the flow does not bring a rush of life but a stream of still.

Breathe in breathe out, that is the continual work that my lungs keep doing.
My skin still feels to touch, my lips still moist to kiss and my heart still has love.
Maybe the love will light this darkness and show the way to life.

L. van der Draay