Young Writers Society

I have found that desperation is an acquired taste.
I had found myself chasing one bright shining moment after another
Unsettled by quiet moments of ordinary things
And so often I fell between the cracks and I cried
Cried for a taste of a breeze, for a glimpse of starlight overhead.
In limbo I found myself falling
Chasing
Clinging to a hope of some shining spark to light the darkness that had consumed me.
Day by day I swallowed the pill, the bravado of someday, somehow
Some place where I will crawl out and the moon will be mine.
And with that gulp I felt a fiery spread of strength through my limbs
A glint of steel creeping into my eyes
And in that time of darkness I found it enough.

I no longer have need for the world above.
This place of dark and solitude is where I feed on desperate dreams
And I have found it to be enough.
Better a raging fire in my bones than a gentle blanket of starlight overhead.