yet, so tired and weak.
For my sanity,
I seek.
I will find rest,
continuing to seek I will somehow.
I don't care how I do it,
I look away, see a black crow.
The crow resembling my darkest past,
a past I thought was forgotten.
It still lingers,
causing my soul to become rotten.
Hopefully, one day,
my soul will find peace.
My sadness, fear, hurt and despair,
will release.
Then, all that's left,
is a happy and peaceful soul.
All it is now,
is saddened and dull.