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.