The Light Ahead



My mind is a pit of fury

Of rivers running red,

My feelings lost beyond the bend

In the endless walls in my head.



I call: but no one answers

Just hollow, empty space.

My cry is echoed back inside

Within the protective case.



The roads seem long to walk

The days seem hard to live,

My tears have run till none will flow

I have none left to give.



Yet, inside the murky darkness

My familiar friend and foe,

I see the whitened light ahead

Of a rosebud beginning to grow.