Through the dark crevices of my mind there are depths of darkness I had yet to learn about
They come as a rude awakening
Not a great awakening
I feel a sense of dread drop to the pit of my stomach
As I contemplate what the meaning of my life is
I know that at the moment I only see things unclearly
But I wish I could look into the future with unusual clarity
I’m not a charity case but neither am I meant to be used
I feel the strain of the news I just received overwhelm me
But I can overcome this as I have with other things time and again
sigh
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
-Lord Byron
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