Tonight, I walk under the blanketed sky;
No stars shine to light my way,
And the air is quite stifling.
My mind wanders to happier thoughts,
But is still pulled back to reality.
Harsh, cold, tiring, reality.
No longer can my release, my sanctuary,
Serve me of my needs.
How can I function when so worn down?
The heavy air compresses my breath,
I feel as if I'm suffocating; help me!
Crickets chirp, the owl hoots, and I,
I quietly lay down and curl up. No more.
So tired.
Slowly, I close my eyes and let my breath
Squeeze slowly out. A soft sigh slips
From my parched lips.
Sleep well, whispers on the wind.
I feel nothing. Just a slow intake, release.
The end. Darkness, my friend, we meet again.