Poem: Demosthenes's Light

[zetasyanthis]

Anxiety and terror and horror and blight,
I feel all these things,
Not knowing your future,
Not knowing your past,
or hearing the songbirds sing.

I cannot explain how scared I am;
I cannot explain it at all;
To explain what I need
would require a bleed,
and a loss of hope for all.

If I enter hope and I am alive
these things I've lived shall write
to help those who aren't,
to help those who can't,
I'll shine Demosthenes' light.