Lightkeeper

Spent too much time mourning dead dreams of mine, Look you in the eye with my wistful stare. Withdrawn for so long, you won't find me there, A melancholy hell of my design. Please hold my hand tight and tell me I'm fine. Squeezing grim feelings eases my despair. If God did this, who uttered the prayer? What did I do wrong? Please, give me a sign! Through my shroud of depression, you should know, What being my lighthouse means when I'm lost. Gloomy aggression seems all I can show. Loneliness comes at a terrible cost. I always feel like you want me to go, Quietly hold me until I exhaust. May 26th, 2023 Eight Word Poetry Challenge sponsored by Emily Pinet