I woke up last night
Unto an unending dark light
My dreams were bright and alright
In ambitions postponed every fortnight.
I felt strong but weak as a nonsense plight!
My burg eyes had a very tight sight
I couldn’t see but struggled with it like a gunfight
Slowly it opened, yes to my delight
I saw nothing but a heavy looking lightweight
Other than what my sight… could write
Inside my dark shadow was a misery flight
Is it I or myself I should fight in my past?
Indeed these are though times in a twilight
Struggled to get to the door for I might
Slam it against my past and wake in greater height
For there is nothing to fight against a shadow light.