You follow me.. in darkest thoughts.
What might have been…. where you might be.
I search in vain.. but only find
A door without a key.
My mind is but a torment,
The memory of a past..
I balance on a bitter edge,
Of shards of broken glass.
In struggle with the coming day..
I cannot find release…
My soul is torn…my mind ablaze,
From fear there is no peace.
One day, I hope to find a path,
That was always meant for me,
Then perhaps this chaos in my mind,
Will finally be at ease.
-Antony King ©2016