The darkness is suffocating,
It feels like there is no delaying.
Blindly reaching out,
Feeling the heaviness of the dark take my hand.
Which way to go?
Feeling alone,
Beneath the cover of darkness,
I stand alone.
Yet in the quiet,
A whisper stirs—soft, fleeting,
A shadow of hope
That maybe, just maybe,
I am not entirely lost.
The Dappled Odysseys 