Soon I will go and lay down on my bed,
afraid of never waking up,
not wanting to face the afternoon
to which I can expect to awaken.
I don't want to taste, in some nightmare,
oblivion, and cease;
I don't want to face
the cost of mistakes I have made.
Yet, I have to face both:
The payment for mistakes I've caused
(in the spiral of failures).
and the moment, transfixed
in fear, before the devouring void.
21.02.2021
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