It just weeps every time that I peek,
as my thoughts seem to leak the protection hidden deep.
I always try to creep so the shadows stay asleep,
for I’ll fall very deep if they had managed to sweep.
I couldn’t just stall my brain when it called;
it was an ongoing battle for everyday that I had hauled.
it’s okay, I think I’d say.
I will always be brave..
of course I’d never drown in the mess that I have made.
It was a thought I’d often sway,
as I couldn’t just fade,
and actually feel okay in a hole that I had framed.