My Light

A world, cold and gray,
Beckons me to its familiar habitats;
Lost and weary,
The only choice I posses is to follow.

A redundant state of mind,
Is to mourn and regret.
The lonely contents of the location
Pulses through my veins.

A call for help–
Pointless and desperate;
The place grows to its worst,
And an escape seems impracticable.

But when the eerie area grows
To an abyss that pulls me in its tides,
You, my light, illuminate the sea
And call me to shore.