it is finished.

and so it is this silent night
where echos of typing and anguish are heard no more
for it has been done and sent to the binders.
21 months of toil and slackness all amounting to
this feeling of loss and bewilderment
for my compass needle still refuses to set
swaying between the past and the unknown
hopes and dreams will always emerge
but what about reality, this domain?
light was the reason why i became blind