One of my shortest poems till date.
I seek the comforts I do not know,
To hide the pain I cannot show,
Cowering from the darkness inside,
I wait for the turning of the tide,
I know not right, I know not wrong,
I am not weak but I can’t be strong,
The raging storms ravage my mind,
I seek mercy but I fear the kind,
Is this the new start to life, is this the new face of spite,
I do not know but I still hope
That this is, in darkness, a candle’s light.