The Blinding Drape
I once was full of hope and wit,
The world was mine to hold and change.
And then I lost my grasp and hit
The ground; my mind a mess, deranged.
Now darkness pulls me down, into
the depths of weary, wavy seas.
They stand and watch as I fall through,
ignoring all my straining pleas.
The world now dank and bleak, my strife,
a dimming hole I can’t escape.
Desiring a fresh, new life,
I try to shred the blinding drape.