It all seems so fitting
looking out at the shining light
that tries so hard to spread so far
but only barely penetrates the doorway
through my momentary attention
So fleeting is the hope and optimism
so crushing is the weight and the dark
so enveloping, so overwhelming
and yet the world outside looks so bright
only footsteps out through the threshold
just out of reach of all but my eyes
glittering like fool’s gold
bathed in artificial rays
taunting me effortlessly
as I struggle to find it
despite it being there
before my face so clearly
I look but cannot touch
no matter how I try
Surrounded by the stench of failure
the darkness holds me in
