A Plague Within

I have a plague inside,

Distressed and growing older.

I have a plague inside,

Deadening my veins dry.

I have a plague inside,

Carrying the ghost,

Of the darkness past

And present.

The epitome of reality,

scourges my senses,

leaving a trail.

   A trail of agony,

Flooded in anger,

Brimming with fear.

A fear,

That engulfs light,

Light of hope and smiles.


This isn’t the end,

But a start,

The start of all things gray,

And of all things murky.

Embrace this darkness,

For it comes,

After the falling of light.

Embrace this silence,

For everything spoken

Has an end.