For whom the Bell Tolls,
on this dark night; when my thoughts cloud my judgement, and my emotions are dark, full of depth, that I’m to stubborn to shine with light.
To tired to care, or accept the micro spark; that is just as stubborn as the darkness,
Ready and willing to burn bright, forge a path, create a new: way of being, loving, accepting,
yet the darkness is just as stubborn, and more comforting; Understood.
the bell tolls,
the clock ticks down,
and my body gives into the darkness of sleep,
as the embers soften, waiting patiently, for tinder.