The Idea
Everyday I wake up, I’m met with disappointment.
What once was filled with hopes and aspirations,
are now replaced with dread and emptiness.
Gone are the childhood sparkles of joy and wonder,
leaving just the deep dark closet full of monsters,
the everlasting despair.
I yearn for a hug, a smile, a casual reassurance.
Phone in hand, one text away, yet lightyears from reach.
Too scared to reach out, yet too weak to fight alone.
The brave little knight with the twinkle in his eyes,
grew up to realise he’s just a coward,
forced to face the dark,
without a single shield in sight.