The Internal Darkness.

Walking that silent midnight avenue On the other side of a frosted pane Dim radiance beckoning out my name I stop captivated by it’s unremarkable light What would I encounter beyond the window Would I feel its warmth were I to enter inside? Yet… emptiness fills the void of these walls Hushed and frozen with the scent of foreboding No flecking of movement beyond the glass Gazing harder I examine the surface seeing my eyes Am I gaping upon myself within this looking glass? Won’t someone explain this vision…where is hope Flooding back it returns everything to its crux The core of the epoch on the edge of existence Pulling into a moment of lucidity I stand questioning Have I left this world for something beyond? How did I arrive at this moment…when did I turn? No proclamation guiding my footfalls This task has fallen at my feet and I am unsure Yet I am static and filling with dread Am I alive? Have I been born into the world I desire? The heavens are monochrome above me A heavy harrowing scent lies in the air No stars to navigate by I fear this enveloping darkness that circles like a carrion I call to you…show me the brilliance of light