Foggy Mind

What is there in the dark
Hidden by flimsy hands
Weakness I chose to embrace
Down paths I fear to face
In a chest under desolate lands
The buried voices to me did hark

In grief my mind still knows
I faced it once and then did hide
The potential I am not
Could have chosen as my lot
I showed no other side
Sometimes wondering if still it grows

Desperate times this place I seek
Coveting that wanton rage
Smirking at the darkness there
Not a mask longed to wear
Tossed back in its cage
Not wanting it so bleak

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