The darkness knows me all too well.
It is a story as old as time.
The light never finds me when I need to be seen.
The shadows hang out right beside me.
They cover me, when they used to guide me.
We have become a family.
One that no longer involves you and the things you bring.
At times it barely includes me.
This is not the answers I have search for.
I have lost track of the question, that brought me here.
I no longer look to light for hope.
It leads me back to you, and that is not fair to no one.
There are ways to make this right.
It just that the darkness treats me right.
I cannot go back to the pain that light always brings.
The stories can write themselves if they stay the same.
I have lost the faith that the wisdom tree brings.
The roots are still there, but branches are no longer my wings.
That is the end of my story.
That is all I have to say.
I think it is time for me to said goodnight.