In Search of Light

 Some days, I want to be left alone,

while on others, I want someone to hold my hand.

Either I walk out of the woods alone,

or I need a light to guide me through this pain.

My ghosts feed upon my thoughts,

even when I assure myself I'll be just fine.

My sighs never forget their true self,

and my heart continues to beat like a drum.

In a pitch-dark room, I sit, broken and unaware.

The future seems too harsh to live in,

and my present doesn't even care.

Either way, I long for the light that can save me.