The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I don't know
What's going on
This world is cruel sometimes

Darkness falls, pain descends
New light shines, a new day begins
Hope survives, love endures

But when two lights shine
At once, which is brighter?
The one that has returned, lingered from before,
Or the one that was switched on, brought here despite warnings?

Their light together
Becomes blinding, confusing, agonising

I don't know
What to do
The lights are so bright

Should I close my eyes
Shut both of them out,
Until one becomes dark?

Or should I keep them open
Adjust to the light,
So I can see which is brighter?

No matter which I choose,
One will be turned off
Forever dark,
Never shining again

The other will shine on,
For a time at least,
But what if it burns out?
I'll be left alone again,
In the eternal darkness
That never seems to leave

I don't know
What I feel
I don't know
What I see
Both lights are far too bright

I hope it'll be alright

Water, water, in a glass
Perfectly still and motionless

Slow at first, the wobble starts
Rippling faster with each movement
Faster, faster; higher, higher
The glass tips
The water spills
I am free from my glass

Falling down again
Into agony and pain
Played
Betrayed
Slain
Darkness surrounds
Enveloping, swallowing

A light shines again
A new hope, a new day
The pain heals
Reality kneels

Pre-determined,
fate resigns
I take over,
New light shines
A new day begins

Ushering in
A golden age
Peace,
Hope,
Love,
Cracks

War begins
Silently, quietly
Loudly

Screaming

Silent again.
Happy again.
Happy at last.