A Dying Art

My eyes emit fragmented light

Because shadows reside in me

These shadows haunt me 

Bring my demons to confront me

They bring out a dark, deep side which makes me squeamish 

I hide behind the masquerade 

Hiding the battles from the ruthlessness of these shadows

Has caused me to build walls of darkness

This is killing me gently, slowly and deeply.

I am starting to feel claustrophobic 

This solitude is my jailor

I feel feckless

It's like I am tied by chains

It sucks the light out of me.

I am afraid that I am trying to burn my the bridges with myself 

I ask myself, "How long can you hide ?"

"How long can you let the solitude eat away parts of you ?"

"How long will you let the darkness in the shadows trump your light ?"

Maybe I am not ready to give up on myself 

Maybe I will take the mask off 

But one thing I am sure of is that I will face the battle

Because fighting darkness with light is a dying art.