All Our Blues

Sometimes, it feels like I am standing on an abandoned island, living like a solitary soul, gazing at the majestic ocean. Sometimes, the deep feels solace, at times, the blue feels fearsome. I lay my head on the sand bed, feeling peaceful and also lonesome. Often, I fear the daemons coming for me, and I feel powerless. I repeatedly blare for help, but nobody appears to get me. Sometimes, I yearn to go home, at times, the peninsula itself feels like home.

I lie down in my bed,  Resting my head on the pillow. With the darkness, Taking me in its arms. Consoling me,  While I shed tears. Reassuring me, With the forlornness I fear. Everything feels so cold, With the darkness beside me. But then I hear a whisper, Feeling warm on my skin. "You're not alone" The voice utters. While I sob breathlessly In terror that, The darkness will also disown me, Once the light appears.