Darkness

The room is dark,
The floor is cold.
The thoughts you think,
Are thoughts too old.

You ramble about,
Nobody hears.
You reach for help,
But sink in fears.

Your head is full,
It’s spinning out.
They say that’s fine,
But I have doubts.

They have their dreams,
You have your thoughts..
But these things never last,
For a fight to be fought.

Maybe they will see it,
Maybe they’ll take bait.
I hope they acknowledge,
Before it’s just too late.