Darkness

Black, creeping shadows

In my mind

That light

Doth try

To break.

This light is

Ever-fleeting

Ever-trying

Ever-failing.

My mind reaches for some

Semblance

Of balance.

It tricks my spirit

To wrong

To lust

To envy

To glut.

And yet

The light still reaches.

It still reaches, and someday, it will

Cross the chasm.

Someday it will

Cross the void.

Someday it will make it across infinity.