I have just a glimpse,
Of where to go from here,
When all that I can see,
Is all that I can feel.

Beneath this broken truth,
The smoke will start to clear,
Tangled up in time,
I start to reappear.

For something that I’ve lost,
I search through the years,
The thorns of glossy lies,
A closed eye soon reveals.

When the mind adjusts,
The darkness will desist,
The fear a calming trance,
I must try to resist.

A part of me remains,
Locked inside the dream,
Of a different story told,
A part of me unseen.

-mel

Very good poem! keep it up.