This Doesn’t Get A Title Cuz I Hate It

It’s kind of dark out… Especially for midday.. And I’m feeling far out Pushed to the sea from the bay. The tether is slipping, I’m weakened in my grasp. And from my constant cries My voice is nothing more than a breathing rasp. Please tell me there is light. I’m feeling my way Against craggy walls And I’m missing the days I wandered hallowed halls I’m thirsty and need a drink, I would settle for water holy, Or wine or a hug or a think, Whatever has me feeling found and whole-ly. I stumble often In these caverns unknown And crumble often When I notice I’m still un-grown. But please, tell me there is light. Every rustle, Every breeze, Has me shaking In my knees. I can’t see the moonlight For the trees I have no sight To make me feel at ease. Just….*sigh* Just tell me there is light…