The juxtaposition of bright vertical yellow and black lines,
\"Blinking blinded!” indignantly blinking my eyes,
Denying disguised depression that\'s destined demise, bluer than the blueish green intertwined on either sides of the windowless light,
Prolonging, procrastinating with a pathos problem knowing darkness lingers as I close my eyes,
Unconscious dreams...
Heart beats erratically off beat, jump-started into a frenzy,
Neurotically anxious post panic \"attacked\" me,
The initial panic lit by glowing sections of sky peeking through and around branches and leaves,
No option I guess, so I\'ll settle for \"to be or not to be,\"
Tossing the covers off, feet on the floor with an acquiescent inception reminiscing of we,
Out the door, trekked to the main road a ways away,
Gazed upwards searching for hope sketched in the grey,
On a gloomy, and drizzling morning ave that was eerily empty I must say,
New day, old pain, the ringer \"rangs,\"
I pick it up and put it down after hearing the two words: \"2 days.\"
Dismayed because I now know WE, will never again be we.
Broken picture frame--
Dragged down falling through cracked glass as shards scrape,
Looking up wondering and afraid,
Closing my eyes in broad day,
Black, then a bright yellow light displayed...
A glimpse of a beautiful recognizable face resting on pristine shoulders behind heaven\'s gates,
Should of guessed it would immediately fade,
Then small, heavy, and warm
till it slid off off and way...
So alive,
Walking till my eyes dried,
Literally moving on with my life...
At the end of the tunnel we will reunite,
Because I\'m well aware that I\'ve died,
Darkness lingers alright,
But all I see is light.