Silent Mind

𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥

Not sure how long it's supposed to go on

Or who keeps winning or losing

But the fight against every inch of the dark side

Has become nothing but abusing.

On a quiet day its as if it has accepted defeat

Dawning on the possibility of a peaceful forever

The comfort behind each and every rainy day

And the warm spells of yellow from always to never

That is until...it all comes back, determined to find a way

Lights switch off and the coldness creeps in

And the darkness once again arrives

Hand in hand with its destructive sin

Sometimes it's neither

Nothing is wrong but nothing is right

Almost as if it was the quiet before the storm

Waiting on the worst possible moment to strike

Sounds manageable...until the fear sets in

The anticipation of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What's worse is you can't put a name to the feeling

It's unexplainable and impossible to stop

So, you wait.

And wait.

And in figuring out the different ways you're broken

Not only do you realize you're too far gone

But the damage was far beyond repair.