hope is lost
at the dawn of every day
my empty soul
stolen by the invisible narcissist in my head

i write to reflect
on the future at my grasp
unknowingly dreaming
and dangerously hoping

my heart soars
like a black eagle
reaching for one aspiration
although camouflaged with my dark past

i depend on the people in my future
to fill these endless dams
and bring back the lightness
just like the dark eagle at the crack of dawn

this is just the beginning
the pain and loss
all painting a beautiful portrait
and creating endless happiness

i hope to look back
and remind of these dark times
for they led to such light
and i’ll be glad i soared through

for i can not fly too high,
like Icarus and his feather wings
for all will end far too quickly,
with all of this leading to the final destination

full of my happy times.