Aight

Almost there…but not quite
Hopefully soon it’ll be alright
But in the meantime I’ll be sad, downright
Swallowed in blackness, not in white
Because hazy days and thick shades don’t let in light
Teeth chattering as I search for my strength, my might
I’m so scared, filled with fright
So I flee, but I know I have to quit taking flight

©VicRomero