Not my Friday night

 

 There’s a rhythm pulsing in my soul

I just can’t quite find the beat

it's alluring, I get lost in it some times

awaken as if from a dream

and it leaves light behind

light and a yearning for… for…

for this nightmare to end

for this battle to start

because this hovering in limbo

is threatening my sanity

tolerance has worn dangerously thin

there is no easy way out of this

no short-cut, no avoiding it

it’s the moments you hear young beautiful people

talking about having ‘done their duty’ and done the double

that sadness overwhelms so intensely tears flow

and it feels like hope is being sucked right out of my lungs

and I am suffocating from this helplessness,

this crippling powerlessness, to divert the end

that is sure to follow……