The Eye Of The Storm

Stop!! Stop!!!, I try and counter the fall of night. For I know it will be a long one. But the darkness absorbs the light. And the whole sun. I cradle myself in the transition. Feeling everything I can feel. Before I have to return to the mission. Where nothing feels real. I let it slip away again. The light of my heart. Now I sit with the pain. That gives life to art. Now the journey toward, needs me all alone. For solidarity, is what keeps me in the zone.