The Pyle Inside

I can only see the dim wisp,

the only sign of Light.

It hides away from those sorts of people,

who lose all hope.

But, in the Darkness,

only shadows eat shadows,

no Light can be shown,

and nothing remains.

The small dribble of Light

doesn’t shine.

Sometimes I fear,

because the Darkness is all I see.

The Darkness tempts me with their empty promises.

I miss the way of the Light.

I wish I can see it once more.