Dark Daze

I'm going to die soon

Some days I feel it more than others,

but I know

There are times when I feel I might outrun it

Hours when music filters out the wait,

and entices my limbs to come alive again

And I can breathe

Then there are such dark days

Days, hours, that pass in dark spaces

when tears flow so unrelentingly I think I will drown in them

Hours when I feel the sludge in my chest spreading like cancer

and suffocating my heart

In these moments, that add up to minutes and turn into hours and run into days

I know

Without a doubt

I'm going to die soon

And the wait continues

Reviews

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I let music filter out the wait most days. And I know the darkest of days all too well. There is fluidity and rhythm and it keeps the reader connected throughout. Keep running and keep breathing and keep writing :)