Lonely in a world, dark clouds follow
Serene in this place, so empty and hollow.

It's dark in this room but the light is blinding
Don't leave your mind open, you must hide what you were finding.

The room gets bigger, more light flows through
These answers weren't made for me or for you.

For them to find the secrets that you hide within
Would mean for a new life to end and an old one to begin.

New sounds appear in this soundless lifeless room
The door flies open as they enter with a BOOM!

I cower behind my new found purity
The darkness has embraced an unexpected maturity.

-Zakiya Hampton

Think

...returning to my bed I kneel down in a praying position and think about praying, but I always second guess myself in this reoccurring situation and try to do the next best thing for myself. Write.

While writing I remember that I always try to mention God or put God somewhere on the paper. To me writing his name on the paper is a prayer. But now I am pondering if it's a plea. A plea for help.