Conscience – a bright glow
gliding through the vast expanse of ice.
The world above
is all bright.
The world below
invisible and hidden.
The eyes which have seen
only colour so far
open wide in agony.
They catch a glimpse
of their first grey.
The ice cracks,
the glow flickers
and yet, I continue.
Time flows and events play.
They see no difference
between colour and grey.
The glow now swims
For all ice has cracked.
Turbulence is all that remains.
Desperately trying to rise,
yet the waves don’t play nice.
A tumultuous journey,
and black is all they remember.
The glow- now a pale glimmer
is put out
as the waves engulf it whole.
The colour, long forgotten;
the darkness, more inviting;
abysmal despair prevailing.
I sink further,
to never return.
To evil, I have succumbed.
