The end of the day

I crave the end of the day
the end of every day,
parallel with fear
of the end of my start

I bat away the death
of my mother and her passing time,
I grasp every moment with her through walls,
I can't see it just yet
without her
my life

I crave the end of today,
every day,
because I've lost the scope
of beauty and despair

that reminds me mountains are real
and I'm alive at the bottom

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ i'm going through this kind of brutal and debilitating depression right now... at least that's what it feels like... and it's almost as if i want my heart to stop beating... the fatigue of living is as intense as the weight of all experiences till date... but somehow i feel lighter after writing about it... i hope you did too...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

to be buried alive my mountains of grief...to not want to start a new day, but just remain trapped in the old one...because grief is something we often embrace...and maybe we need to for awhile before we can climb out of it.