My darkness covered you like a blanket weighted with lead.
But I didn’t know.
I didn’t mean to shroud you
In a moment of clarity, I saw it all
the horror of it all
the confusion of good intentions
and foolish actions
the incapability of a mind full of chaos
to move toward the light.
Instead, I carried the heavy weight
dragging it along
and laying over all I touched
crushing all the good
And what now
if I lift this leaden blanket laden with all my darkness?
The broken remnants of what could have been;
who could have been?
Or is there hope buried beneath the withered remains of possibility?