Monday, November 5, 2018

The Mist over the Ocean

There is no moon to guide me, there is no sun to light the way, you’re disappearing into a mist stretching south to eternity,
and it keeps getting thicker, visibility reduces to nil, the air is so moist I am drowning in an ocean of sorrow,
my breaths get shorter, my eyelids grow heavy, a comforting numbness wraps itself around me, too alluring to resist, to become weightless,
don’t let me drift into this endless sleep, only you can pull me back before I sink, only you can give me back my sight, my meaning, my purpose. Don't go?