The Door
The dark hand clenched tightly
This stark land is alive hardly
holding onto what?
a creature named death waits patiently on the doorstep
of my corroded mind
the knocking is constant
but i refuse to let him in
darkness that seems so real
this dark can often heal
often found within the depths
the depths of the sea within me
waves are crashing yet seldom seen
many refuse to acknowledge
the truth about life
entangled in things superficial
virtues of many hues
priorities disheveled
my heart is distraught
by the abundance of dishonest people
living for all the wrong things
finding pleasure in their treasures
none of these riches can save you from the grave
in fact you have become their slave
no longer controlling technology
the tables have turned
contorting and restricting your experiences
lift your eyes from the lies
experience the world before you
explore and adventure
i understand the dark and the light
both exist simultaneously within one another
often struggling to overpower each other
when death looks me in the eyes
and i finally allow him to come in
i will be satisfied with my life here
and when he tells me it’s time to begin my new life
i shall not have strife
for i had my given time
do all you can for what you love
inspire others daily
they will see that you are different
as they have seen me
i am not afraid to be alone
independence is healthy
happiness comes from within
you will not find it in items or others