Under the darkness
I wait for daylight
and it slowly drains
all energies made
over-this-night.
I find myself
empty and long
for the warm light
to wane
or die
back down
knowing this
way we live is insane
and making it not so different
from this sentence.
The years blend by lumens
and erase all traces
of anticipation
for another
night
to escape
for day to come,
for the light that never
dawned upon me...
unrisen and incapable
of my occasional
need to know
what a future holds
without hands.
Painting by 'German Master' unknown, Still Life with skull, sundial, wax jack' c. 1620 in Public Domain.
