In the dark dungeons of my heart
Light emanates.
Those are nothing but spark of my eyes
Emanating the glint of hope;
Twinkling with dreams that will come true -
If not now. Later.
If not today. Tomorrow.
That light shows the path;
Encourages me to keep walking -
To simply keep going.
That light is also the spirit of my soul -
Very dreamy yet ever hopeful.
In the dark dungeons of my heart
Solitude prevails.
It's soothing yet rapturous.
It's addictive and selfish too.
It may evaporate after dissolving into the concoction of hope.
Or is it love, I ponder.
That solitude wants to give me a chance -
A chance to live again. To laugh again.
A promising chance to go on!
But can I go on? I worry.
That’s when the dark dungeons are lit -
I see that I am the ensuing light.
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