In The Dark

Ethan Ireland

A chasm of my own creation
Bleak
Bloom?
Where to run, Where to hide
From the machinations of my imagination
Slow and steady, rest and recline
Nothing left to do
But wait and cry

Lights in the distance
Someone giving me a sign?
The longest wait I'll ever know
The ebb and flow
Of time gone by
It comes it goes,
It flies and it cries

By day's break
So too the soul has broken, mended
Destroyed, recreated
In the dark, the heart is alone
In the dark, the heart is as one
One left alone and behind,
In the chasm of his own creation