Forsaken

Darkness ebbs and flows
drawing me closer
pushing me away
sometimes forsaking me completely
leaving me alone
basking in sunlight
feeling as though there is hope.

But, the tide always comes in
darkness washes over
pushing away the light
drowning out hope
filling me with sorrow.

Weeping for what I had and lost,
what I haven't found,
for what I have forsaken.

A myriad of lost dreams and troubles
I haven't yet had
all the past and future
bathed in darkness
completely succumbed
to the stagnant present
left weak and half-drowned
by the darkness
         I have created.