Unforgiving is this sea that I plow through in mind.
Tossed about as if a tiny boat called Hope.
Hope that most have, to live on forever.
To reach the shore of a better place once known.
Where the sun shines so bright, with sounds of laughter.
As I float in this sea of Dark Despair, I become disorientated.
Unable to focus on the present nor past
Not sure what is real and what is not.
Fearing to speak a word that might worsen all.
This Hope will last forever in the storm.
If only in this dream to stay safe
To reach the real world would be awful.
It would be destroyed by the storm.
The Dark Despair is not located in the real world.
It only exists in dreams of my Hope.
Finding the shore would be but a mirage in my dream.
Witnessing your sunshine and hearing your laughter
It will never happen again, not here in the real world.
Speaking of you will only bring the storm.
I hold in the Dark Despair out to the light.
Making the real world as dark and so stormy
As my dreams.