you may not be aware
but i'm writing this in the dark
one of those nights has turned to a habit
i'm afraid
afraid that i may be blind soon
or perhaps i already am.

it is no excuse
i close my eyes
attempting to dream
refresh not regret
the room is upside down
i'm afraid
of the inevitable

i know i'm aware
my existence
it is not an epiphany
a thought
a concept
a prolonged
an elongated
an infinity

i will soon be dust and
i'm afraid