MEANWHILE

 MEANWHILE

Amidst the howling winds,

Of a storm that never ends,

I cling to fleeting comforts,

That break but never mend.  

The bottles and the pills,

Are my shelter from the gale,

But when the tempest returns,

They always seem to fail.  

The echoes of her laughter,

Haunt the empty halls,

I’d trade my very soul,

To tear down these walls.  

Time is a relentless foe,

Stealing all I hold dear,

I whisper to the void,

My curses and my fear.  

A distant voice calls out,

“There’s more beyond this pain,”

But I’m deafened by the thunder,

And the pouring rain.  

I stumble through the darkness,

Each step a heavy load,

The night offers no respite,

Just a long, winding road.  

I yearn to release this burden,

To let it fall away,

But I don’t know the path,

To a brighter day.  

Perhaps the storm will pass,

And the skies will clear,

Maybe I’ll find peace,

And conquer my fear.  

Maybe I’ll discover,

A reason to stay,

Maybe I’ll find a way,

To keep the dark at bay.  

I must find a way,

To see the light of day.