Reflections and Shadows

End Song

Some days my mind turns static and grey,

leaving me to wallow in a prison of self decay.

Short and ragged become my silent cries,

that flutter on breaths fearful of demise.

Where did I fail, how did life go so wrong?

Is this the beginning of my end song?

Any measure of relief seems worth a desperate grasp,

just a sliver of peace to hold while the moment lasts.

My mind's eye pushes my sight to stretch and reach,

searching for the hope that will come as a breach.

With dawn faded behind me and dusk hiding the light,

I sink into the sterile comfort of another blind night.