Surrounded by darkness,
With no clear escape,
Not knowing what’s around,
What will the mind create?

Haunted with each moment,
That passes on by,
Hoping for brightness,
Please give me a sign.

Hearing whispers in my ears,
Are they made up or real?
This whirlwind of chatter,
Gives an unusual feel.

Not knowing what’s right,
Not knowing what’s true,
Leaves me stuck,
Having no clue.

Wanting to see the light,
When may the darkness fade?
Reality or fiction?
Will these moments ever change?