Comfort in Darkness
A poem I wrote during my service, about ambition, compromise, comfort and self delusion.
Up to now I craved it all, and now I must live a life.
At least there is what there is, and it’s not just for myself.
I always found my own way and my own dream to look for,
or felt meaningful somehow, I never doubted my sight.
There is comfort in darkness, to look but never to see,
until I’ll covet again, and eyes will open once more.