when the darkness prevails,
everything suffocates you,
you try to live but you're not 'living',
not even the slightest.

this tiny window of light,
you found one day,
holds much joy to your unsightly livelihood,
holds much salvation to your hopelessness.

[how long could you hold on,
before it loses its light?
how long could you breathe,
before you feel the grip of life on your throat - squeezing the life out of you]

for all things have an expiration date,
and happiness is momentary.