Literature
The Darkness Ahead
I see it in the darkness ahead,
Is this real or in my head.
I run towards this distant blur,
What exactly is it, I'm not sure.
Time flies by, day by day,
But it seems to drift further away.
No longer can I see,
This which means most to me.
A wall springs up along the road,
With a door which has no code.
Will I ever get what I seek?
Or will my mind remain fragile and weak.
I want I want I want, I scream,
No good it does seem.
As what I want is far away,
And behind this door I must stay.