Standing in the midst of your lightless you have lost self, ground and perspective. Listening to others tell their stories of their time in your current residence, (I have lived there too) has taught me the task of finding light is possible though painful, hard and seemingly endless. Living from one breath to another is still living. So please, keep breathing...
The birds are whistling and the trees are listening
To the sway of a branch and the ending of a decade gone away with the facade
Of trickery wrought from calloused tongues And seeds of deceit planted in the young
Come away my friend, watch the decade of the end Again once more, before the flowers get sore Bending into death, and ending their breath Come away to endings, and the long awaited sending Watch the decade of the end my dearest friend