I sit in this old empty room
all quiet and still,
it’s like I’m on the moon.
The only company I’ll entertain
are shadows and furniture
and my lonesome brain.
This restless body, needs not a bed
to rest its wavering soul.
It yearns to dream, to forfeit its dread
whilst awake in reality’s dome.
This raging, beating, fiery heart
dormant in a shell; unable to start,
needs an ignition to entice the flames
of passion and flair into my veins.
So where can I find
this potential spark,
to bring my mind
out from the dark?
To search the depths,
to scour the heights?
A route so bereft,
no trail to abide.
The answer, uncertain.
Its quest, unforgotten.
Maybe it is nearer
than what I had imagined.
I can feel it building closer;
it’s not from another planet.
So I look deep within me
and find the same heart
Which once failed its glory
has now renewed its spark.
“The closer you get to something
the tougher it is to see it”
-That is the old witty saying
and to this poem, gives merit.
Sometimes, we must delve
into the darkness of ourselves
and find that inspiration,
that reason for our continuation.
