Why.. is it dark?
I'm awake but it feels like i'm dreamin'
I want to find an exit but I keep looking back,
continuously falling, each time taking longer to get back up.
It's not pitch black, I have matches that burn bright, bringing hope and life to me.
Even so, I cannot help but shiver as the warmth of a roaring bonfire is absent.
They're both fire, why must the flames not feel the same?
Sometimes I think it is apart of some twisted game.
As the night grows older, I remain unfazed.
People usually escape temporarily, I get there too eventually after the race.
3...2...1.. there's the race, seemingly endless thoughts piercing your brain.
I lay there curiously wondering how an individual would successfully avoid his own thoughts and mind.
Perhaps singe them away with a blazing flame?
I chuckle to myself as I strike the next match igniting it.
I feel mindless as I watch the fire fade to nothing.
Then I am left with that familiar darkness.
Ay, thanks for reading this rather short poem.
A small update for those who are interested --
All my writing as of late has been going towards a couple of papers in college, but it felt nice writing this. Even have another paper I am gonna start tomorrow, heck. Anyways, I am coming to a close on my first semester of college and for the most part, things in life are fine, nothing out of the usual going on. See you.