At a certain stage
in your bustling life

Where you come from
Becomes less important

And getting out of here
Is always on your mind

The silence was deafening
Without you lying beside me
I lay with a pillow over my head
Blocking echoes of the silence
But it infiltrated even my dreams

Finding inner peace
   is like
Searching for a cat
   in a
      Hurricane

Eyes blinded by sight
   Hands numbed by feeling
Smell suffocated by senses
   Heart crushed by blood

I open my eyes after the longest time
searching for any remnants of the light
that used to brighten the corners of my soul

and suddenly realise the search was in vain
that the light inside kept the night outside at bay
and that darkness had saturated my soul

I close my eyes and beathe in the darkness
focusing inwards on those dying embers
using the darkness to fan their faint glow

and ever so slowly start to see echoes of light
softly penetrating the darkness within
and a trickle of hope lingers on the horizon

In a desolate world that I am wrapped in
Where else could I find light but from within.