Dark Room

Looking at the dark ceiling

While the heart is tearing

Questions in mind

How could it feel so real

But so blind

To fullness with a tiny peal

Why now 

How?

Breaking of confusion

Trying to figure a solution

But it might be too late

So here lets wait

Wait for it to come back

Let my mind get back on track

Maybe later on, a spark will shine again

But for now lets pretend

Lets act

Not react

Lets sit here 

And wait for it all to disappear

From the mind

Of the blind

From the confusion 

Of a repetition

To something that slid

To it becoming a skid

From a doubt

That now makes it sought

To wonder 

How about closure?

How about reassurance?

Or it being balance?

Instead it'll lay in the dark

Hoping the feelings will park

And go away

But day after day...

Black days remain

Sadness will contain

And the mind

Will try and find

The pieces of the puzzle

Of the hurt being a rumble...