In Wait

this is a little something i came up with while bored today, something i tend to do...

When it rains, it pours
When you’ve settled in that dreary spot
A damp shadow comes
Awaiting your doubtless thoughts to spoil
Wearing you thin as a fear takes grip
It’s fingers wound tightly round your soul
And speaks to you in dreaded whispers
Cold, dark, and old
A musty smell rises in the corner of your mind
Words of which you cannot hide
They burden you with grievous regret
Wherein silent assailants lie in wait
As mystical may be
But bare feet callus and cold hands shiver
As monstrous beasts awake
And the fear that once took hold no longer takes you by the hand
And leads you down dark passages to leave you, left for dead
For now that dread has weakened and departs you with the sweet scent of concurrence
This new disposition as might in you continually grow
To bring hope for battered, bruised, and used hearts whom know no bounds
To love the ground on which we stand
And sing with joyous sounds

i meant this poem to be a symbol of the battle we fight constantly. choosing to either submerge ourself in our negative thoughts, or having the will to see the bright side(:

i wish you all luck in this battle

God bless(: