Senses In The Dark

When darkness comes, fear embraces the senses. Your eyes will be blinded with shadows of uncertainty, capturing an illusion of hopelessness that almost fool the mind. A sound of the harsh wind to your left and a cry of despair to your right enters your ears without hesitation and cause your feet to retreat, one step or two, until your back touches a solid wall-- if such exists. You cross your arms to make a shield, warding off the chill that suddenly climbs your spine as the stench of rotting hearts reaches your nose. "They are just the makings of my mind." Your mouth whispers, like a mantra, but your heart won't let go of the truth. It keeps on pounding frantically, constricting from time to time, as if telling you to accept: You have no choice. You lost the chance a long time ago. Now, regrets mixed with fear inhabit your soul, darkening and blighting your inner self. You created this darkness because your hand failed to give warmth to the helpless souls. You failed to show even a simple smile to every little grace bestowed upon you. Now clench your fist, wipe the tears from your cheek, and bravely face a new world your own foolishness created. Spend the rest of your life praying and begging that one day, all of this will come to pass, and someone will firmly hold your hand and pull you out into the light once again.