Endless roads

For the first time in ages I take up the pen again

In times of total blackness, despair and pain unknown

My dreams are tainted, my days are corrupted

The sun shines a grey light down upon my tortured soul

And where once sanity and reason reigned now rages a war

Between chaos, anarchy, deviousness and hope, valour, light.

I sit here, struggling to recall who I am again, what I am

While in my heart storms rage and a bed of fog clouds my ways