In the late hours of the night
Every so often I feel a rush of urgency
To live
A stalking shadow seems to always appear
Reminding me that each moment
Reminding me each breathe
Is a step closer to the inevitable
A second closer to what seems to be
Nothing
My mind starts to race
Flashes of what had already passed
Brought back to life for a moment
Then put back in place
Has it been enough?
When the sun comes do I try harder?
Do I even wait for the morning?
What's the point?
The only comfort I can find
Is that I'm not in this alone
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
In the late hours of the night
Every so often I feel a rush of urgency
To live
A stalking shadow seems to always appear
Reminding me that each moment
Reminding me each breathe
Is a step closer to the inevitable
A second closer to what seems to be
Nothing
My mind starts to race
Flashes of what had already passed
Brought back to life for a moment
Then put back in place
Has it been enough?
When the sun comes do I try harder?
Do I even wait for the morning?
What's the point?
The only comfort I can find
Is that I'm not in this alone
