Dwelling For Light

Dwelling For Light

By: Tyler Ross

in this dark place,

you may find fragments

of me

my existential crisis

the deepest fears

and the sadnesses,

which have consumed,

relented

and fractured

their way into hope.

Broken

and trying. Clawing my way out.

I don’t feel close,

as I tread through;

the loneliness 

hugging this tight space.

Breath short,

eyes in haze

and mind close to cave.

Dreams, wishes

surfacing into place

again working my being

as I’m further from

one thing wanted 

oh, you know 

not just a taste 

that becomes fleeting

and leaves my heart aching

beating for more

until their is nothing

more than feeling stranded

a build up of connecting

to be left

abandoned

again and again

back into the cycle,

to this hole.

Cold breaking my soul,

when I don’t want to be

buried beneath

the things consistently 

taking its toll.

Further losing control.

Like binging a large pizza

then debating another slice when full.