It stands in the darkness

It stands in the darkness never saying a word Only reminding me of the things I fear Some nights my thoughts are like a bird They flow freely through the sky Other nights it shows me all the demons of the night All of them let out a low cry Their faces all resemble a thing of my past I struggle to hold on to the things I hold dear They crumble under pressure like a ships mast My heart has forgotten to feel in these dark times Almost as if it no longer works for me As though it no longer flows to my rhymes I've been consumed by flawes Holding on to the past only deepens my wounds But I now crawl like dog on all four paws Trying to stand up to the things in the dark For life gets hard So one must find their own spark