And what of hope?
Can you see the light ,
When everything around you goes dark?
Does it fade, like drifting headlights?
Does it seem bright,
The way the moon lights the midnight sky?
Is it scattered, in the little things,
The way the stars shine in the darkness?
What do you do,
When the world goes black?
When there is no light,
And you can't even see your own hands?
What about when it gets cold,
You can't even feel your own body?
Will the light shine, will the sun come up?
Will warmth flood in, will you feel again?
Do you wait,
Even though it feels like you are dying?
What do you do, then?
What do you do,
When your thoughts grow dark,
Like storm clouds,
And all you hear is thunder?
The memories blinding, violent ,
Like flashes of lightning ?
The air,
Becoming thick with dread,
Electrifying the atmosphere,
So much you cannot breathe...
How do you
Escape?