A long time ago a glimmer caught my eye.

It was beautiful, almost magical.

It sang to me the most haunting tune.

A tune filled with the promise of joy.

So I stopped walking and just listened.

Then the music started to fade

so I walked off the path and followed.

The pleasure of the sound was hypnotic.

I was captivated, enthralled and lost in it's magic.

Then, as fast as it started, it stopped.

I looked around and realized that I was lost.

I couldn't see through the fog.

The wind was deafening.

The sun eventually was smothered

and darkness engulfed me.

Every footstep was a stumble,

every sound a shriek.

The air tasted bitter and water was acidic.

Every day was just a rehash of this endless torture

and I wanted all of it, to just end.

Yes indeed, I am guilty.

I allowed the promise of joy and pleasure

to shine brighter than life.

I allowed a distraction to take me off my path

and lead me into darkness.

I am guilty of living life like it's an inconvenience

and I have paid with every moment since then.

All those lost years, missed opportunities

and doomed chances of love.

And still I cling to the anchor while trying to swim.

This deafening scream

tries to conquer my sanity,

yet, no matter how hard it tries,

I can still hear the whisper of tomorrow,

and that gives me hope.

 
 -Artie DaMann(c)2013-