This Place

I had hoped to never come
To this place.
I didn't want you to come either,
but
Here we are.


This place,
of hard questions
with no good answers.


This place
of confusion,
Where the light is on
but
Darkness fills the edge spaces,
and seeps in,
staring, mocking.



This place
of dying,
yet not,
of longing unrequited.


This place
I want to run from.
To pretend it is not what it seems,
hard, painful, unrelenting.


I hoped to never come to this place.
I didn't want you to come either,
but
Here we are.