A chaotic mind was waiting to be saved,

A heart was shattered, amidst all the ache,

Running away from a whimpering soul;

Darkness was all it found aboard.

It went on a spree to search a light,

But the gloom had conquered all the bright;

No one warned of a time like this,

When there will be thorns but no petals,

When it’s time for dawn but it doesn’t

 break,

When the murk is too thick to shake.

How does one focus on what’s ahead,

When the eyes are blind with tears,

How does one look for the good;

When the soul is shivering with fear.

Leave, I told my hopeless hopes,

Leave, I told the child in me.

Don’t remind of blissful things

No nothing can give me wings.

-Jovina