Everything fades, one way or another,
Culminating in a grand finale, a final smothering dark.
Light, love, laughter, all drown in its embrace,
In this last end, a lulling sleep to define your anguish.
Perhaps endings themselves do have an end,
Serene new dawns from which the darkness is dispelled?
Endings -it seems- often die with a beginning.
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (2)
“Endings -it seems- often die with a beginning.” An intensely powerful final line, and perfectly in tune with the eclipse theme. Beautiful, Ian! [3/5]
Wonderful!!! Well done!!!❤️❤️💕