I am thinking of the end again.
The thoughts that were once locked,
Escape through the cracks of pain,
My future unclear,
As my past muddies the water.
The once vivid vision of a better future,
Now escapes my grasp,
And I fall,
Trying to hold on to something,
The firm Earth pulled beneath my feet,
I fall to the dark’s warm embrace,
And it asks, softly whispers,
As an old friend not seen for so long,
“Yet again we meet?”