It claims the silence
Strangles the hope, full of hollow eyes and
Haunted souls and shudders of chilling rains.
The trap is taut.
The despair is smothering,
obliterating every thought of light.
Soon the battle will be lost, and
I will become like the others; racking sobs and
Endless sighs become me. But lo! A crack
In the dark! A shard of light grazes my cheek,
Daring, inviting me.
I am blind, but grasp at the shred of warmth
For the light itself is not strong
Enough to draw me from this abyss
Of everlasting gray.