The Infinite Darkness

There is a place far away from home

Where the rooms are far too dark to roam

This house you’ll find

With its daily grind

Is hard to lever

With each endeavor

I try to be clever

But with each emotion

I find an ocean that swallows me up

Just to find that I’m back on the stretcher

These chains that I hold

Only unfold

The stress and the pressure

That rise up inside me

With each daily endeavor

As I think on it now

I wish I knew how

My choices and pleasures

Were looked at for measure

And sold as a dollar

For a life on the stretcher

The infinite darkness that now is my plight

Thought to invite a light in the night

Only to pound

The inaudible sound

That always reminds me

No one will find me

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson