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 --