Dark. You Work

Dark. You work.
Dark, You work
Dark. You work.
Always, so long dark.
You work.
Time loses meaning. You work,
as much from habit as faith.
And then one day.
Unexpectedly…… there is light.
Addicted instantly, you work.

About this poem

About my own depression story. My own path to love. My own path to pretty much everything positive in my life. It was/is not exactly faith, but it ends up as faith.

Tom