They say, There is a light we all seek; But all I see are the dark clouds Forming and massing.
Wherever I walk and run, They rapidly follow and chase me, Plaguing the skies with gloom, Stretching forward, Farther away, Beyond me.
A curtain of shadows fall In droplets of black; Eating my sight, Creeping in my body, Consuming me like Decay that ravaged the fields Where I once frolicked.
All is shrouded in terror and blight. I could see the towers I have built, which stood strong And firm, where I once kept Watch in wait, now fall and crumble, Its foundations reduced into rubble. They now kneel in the dark Like lost pilgrims.
How can the light Touch my face now? If Despair has already kissed my lips, And I, have become its lover. We have exchanged our vows, Etched like tattoos in the sky, Saying, "till death do us part".
This poem was a dream of mine, perhaps a nightmare that haunted me back in the past.