The Night Shall Pass

In the turmoil of life and left,

I lose my mind, witnessing my own death.

The flowers blooming again, losing the scent,

A scent, that I promised to contain.

Friends now distant, hard to reach,

A self not to be trusted, a lesson to teach.

Fleeting illusions, passing days numb,

Forcing myself not to feel dumb.

Voids in my heart opening up,

Reddening eyes and shivering limbs,

Feeling things I promised not to feel again,

Breaking myself, telling it’s all in vain.

Waiting for the flute and dawn birds,

Telling myself, the night shall pass.

A dusk, red and beautiful, filling voids,

Shining in my eyes, bright and white.