darkness surrounds me

is it

a shroud that i have

enveloped myself in

a security blanket

that i can call on

any time

to protect me

from the disappointment

the realization

that like the years behind me

it

is gone

never

to be a part of what i am anymore

i can shout from the mountain top

yet

the only sound i will hear

is the echo of my own voice

fading each second

as it mocks me

mocks me

sending me back

to my security blanket