Engulfed

I feel too much, I feel everything,

Is it a bane?

For it is definitely not a boon,

And I remember everything,

When memories brush across the mind,

A thousand spears pierce through the heart,

For I remember each feeling that had cut me apart,

I remember my tears,

I remember that humiliation,

But I remember that it is only in the dark,

That light receives the best appreciation.