Midnight Drowns, Misery Crawls...

A lot has changed yet here we are, 

the ink the ick and the grawling past.

The world has dressed in night so bright,

Still i Crawl back to just write.

So I write my pain so dear,

The misery still bears my fear.

Although light now greets me well,

Misery is where I find my spear.

Months of silence nearly won the race,

Before the countdown stole my breath. 

But as the year turns it's weary face,

I reclaim the very own misery I left.