Three o clock in the morning

Lost in this abyss called consciousness

I admire the strength you hold in your heart of gold

All the shapes you shift and you mold

I spend my nights dreaming of you

Unable to conclude

Everything you’ve put me through

Maybe I’m lost in an echo of what was

Clawing for a vision of what is to be

Stuck inside a vague memory

From which I’m unable break free

To see

The light within

My candle in the dark

Leading me to the center of my heart

I can rhyme these words in a line

But can they truly define

My inner most thoughts

My inner most desires

What sparks my soul and what inspires

Me

To go on breathing

To go on seeing

To even go on being

I’m aching for something real

I am numb but I want to feel

Everything I once did

But do I even know what once is

I’m lost in my own mind

I feel so hollow and so left behind

In the darkness

With this voice in my head

Reminiscence of words I once said

Out loud

But in a quiet space

Like the echo of a place

Where nobody can hear

This voice in my head

Whispering to me my every fear

Telling me that I am alone

that the light is too dim

And I cannot be shown

A way through the darkness

But somehow I know

That I am not lost and I am not alone

You know

a battle between my mind and my soul

This bittersweet echo

Of mockingjays in my head