I fear the waning of the moon;
Reflecting fleeting strength of mind as I walk through the night.
Rain falls:
Each drop another fright as I brave the dark and seek that light.
If I falter...
Sheer winds tear down walls of self, constructed over a lifetime.
Those bricks, a reminder of failure:
Each another drop, mixing regret with pain until two are one
and both are none.
Though long years of toil mark the path behind,
If it is respite I seek,
The only flame lit be my own will.
The gnawing fatigue bears down upon my soul...
Will I be able to start again?
Or will this flame fade;
Every source of fuel gone cold?
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 1:18 PM UTC
I fear the waning of the moon;
Reflecting fleeting strength of mind as I walk through the night.
Rain falls:
Each drop another fright as I brave the dark and seek that light.
If I falter...
Sheer winds tear down walls of self, constructed over a lifetime.
Those bricks, a reminder of failure:
Each another drop, mixing regret with pain until two are one
and both are none.
Though long years of toil mark the path behind,
If it is respite I seek,
The only flame lit be my own will.
The gnawing fatigue bears down upon my soul...
Will I be able to start again?
Or will this flame fade;
Every source of fuel gone cold?