A dark pathway will lead

To the light I’ve been told…

 

They have said it will lend itself

To a flickering heart. But

 

I’ve been in that hallway;

I’ve lived in the dark.

But never have I

Seen such a light.

 

I crawl in the black-

The blackness of night

Hoping too much

For an invisible light.

 

A light which will save me

From the darkness within.

The malignancy spreading

And the whisper of “soul.”

I have not a spirit, nor a person within.

I am not controlled by a god

Nor a heavenly body

I simply live-

 

In a dark, stormy world

Devoid of a shining light.

And yet I still wait

For brightness to come.

 

As a temporary answer

To impatient death.