Blindly Recursing

A Poem by winter;lyra

I don't usually write happy poems... Wait, this is happy right?

Dark clouds
Loud voices
Scatter
It is time to wipe
Away
The mourning
It is time to
Welcome
The morning
Last night were extensive
And expensive on my
Emotions
It's atrocious

How deep I fell

All the voices
And their motives
Forced
On my
Choices
Blindly
Recursing
Endlessly
Reminiscing on a meaningless past

Timeless warrior
Find your way
To my heart
Invade
And erase
All
The darkness

I sing
Eternally
[Joyful]
To your grace