HERE

by Jon Tyson

feeling down with all bad luck.
never knew and now I’m struck.
miss the way I used to be:
funny thing, I felt I’m free.

always deep, but not as wide,
now reflection has no tide.
how could I end up like this?
rolling deep into abyss.

always thought it won’t be me.
though I felt to some degree,
dark was always deep inside.
years go by, it’s hard to hide.

feeling lost - the new ‘all right’.
in a tunnel with scarce light,
which I see though not as clear,
hence I hide and hence I fear.

how to know that it will shine,
wiping my bad patches fine
that I see a patch so bright,
which is here, within my sight?