And when the evening retires, curtains drawn
You hear nothing but the shattering din of failure
Echoing in your ears.
Behind your eyelids, you see nothing
But the teetering memories of horror
As they sink themselves into a framed existence within your mind.
And in your chest, your heart is contracting far too fast
In dancing spasms, it is heaving, leaning on the
Blanch white counters for support
Asking why the world is spinning and will we be okay?
Somewhere beneath the tireless groans of your flesh
You look at the moon hanging in the night once more
And though the blood is tumbling through your veins
At a speed that yearns for cleansing from the cringes of today's mistakes
You take a deep breath - breathe -
You let the warmth of repose reach your bones -
You are doing your best, you tell yourself,
*You will be okay.