Dark

by Jane Doe

Color me anew, for I seek to be born again..

All of them shattered hopes and murdered dreams, I owe that to you..

Walking in the dark road of regret, with shoes of self pity and hatred..

Where am I walking to?

Am I looking for a sea of salvation to drown my self in,

Or am I walking towards the cliff of shame,

Hold hands with my fellow broken creatures as we jump

Will it be over then?

Who is to decide when it’s over or not?

Dwelling in the empty past.. stuck in that past..

How can one move on with such burden?

You see a spark of light, just a spark, but no.

It won’t last, just a tired shy spark.

Better if you hold on to the ruins of that past..