I sacrificed to the
constant back and forth,
to the anxiety, and the worries,
and the last barrier wall.
I shielded myself with
whatever I found I might have.
I let the darkness take its toll,
and gave up everything
I had wanted; I gave it all.
I was beaten by the ticking,
and the slowly beating pulse,
that drove me, with my madness,
to my final batting call.
When the worries set me motionless,
and I felt the boil in my veins,
like the beating in each of my wrists.
I was lost to the course of the ocean,
and the tears, and the pain,
but no wish.
Then, like a steady candle,
that I hadn't seen before.
Like a tiny shattering whisper,
that, I hadn't heard at all.
The light came in a second,
when I couldn't hear it's noise.
It came out of nowhere, like,
a shooting star, a meteor,
a call.
In time I'm finally seeing,
these things I can't handle on my own.
I was a martyr to the shaking,
I was afraid of the dark I had bought.
I was scared of what was out of control,
and I knew that it'd take it's toll.
I'm finding that, in the darkness,
when the tapping comes around,
like when the music comes to a holt,
and the sudden feeling beats me down.
And when the Sun decides to fall down,
and leave me out in the dark, in the cold,
I've realized that it isn't half as bad if
I have a hand to hold.