My hands search around in the dark, my fingertips desperately seeking something familiar
Any form of paraphernalia that would suffice as an remedy to be a healer
I ponder about if the light has begun to fade from my eyes
The same light that once burned vibrantly as a sunrise
Every molecule of my being is being challenged
I’m expected to do whats expected and maintain balance
The only mask I wear is to prevent COVID, I feel the pressure
To withstand the harsh lessons of life, while taking notes pertaining to life’s lectures.
I Am Becoming King
I Am Becoming King
