darkness

Spirits grow dark with each empty step leading to the invisible light

The darkness always crawls under our skin

We itch and cry and scream but it never fades

We are dug deeper into the creation

The idea prevails

Do we know why?

Do we know the beginning or do we just accept the beliefs? 

It’s easier to fall into the puzzle but we fall deeper

We do not come up for air and the ideas drown our lungs in their consistency

Yearning to escape but too afraid of trying

The light is a belief, the faint after scent but not the sight

It’s invisible so how can we ever see?

Seeing is believing they say but we can’t see

But how can we accept what we can’t see?