I Express Myself Through Writing

There comes a time, when you lose yourself.
Light fades after colors dull and food has lost its taste.
You forget how it felt to feel anything other than discord.
Hope teases you with promises of a tomorrow you no longer believe in.
With all this despair, it is as though death is imminent.
Although they will say, tis darkest before dawn, and I agree.
All for I have felt again, for the first time in so long.
Thanks to a stranger who will never know.
Why won't I say thank you to the one whom it may concern?
They wouldn't understand, only think me mad, of course.
To be honest, even more, it's not for them to know.

For those out there who suffer the darkness
For those that have felt the inevitable void
and its treacherous, morose, decrepit grasp.
Know this, the light exists.
Seek it with unyielding ambition.
Hunt it without waive.