21 January 2013
Hopelesness fading. No more evading. Brightly anticipating. A future of my own.
Light grows brighter. Dark becomes lighter. Before you a fighter. No longer alone.
A metaphor of life. Words are my strife. Depression was the knife. Sunken in my skin and bone.
No longer at a low. No more hurt left to show. Through anguish i do grow. No longer my own foe.
A black cover gone. This pain, its been so long. Finally un-strung. No more words left unsung.
I am finally at one.
~Larko
Light In The Tunnel • Opuss № I