With every dark
there is a light,
a flip of a switch.
There are times in the
deep night,
when the whispers can
be heard, the regrets,
the sadness, loneliness
it's all there in the dark.
Isolation, cold,
yet the heart still beats
through it all,
until the light of day
dawns.
Then what?
Go though the cycle again
and again, always the same
regrets, sadness, loneliness.
Living in the shadows
never fully in the dark
but never fully in the light either.