It’s like drowning
But everyone around you can breathe.
It’s like a thick darkness that engulfs you to where you only have inches,
It comes with the night.
The sun is buried behind the hills
And my mind comes out to play.
The knife that is used to cut the darkness
Vanishes, along with my hope.
It stalks me like a cat watching
A bird as it hides in its cage.
It swallows me whole like a simple mouse running away
From an animal with flight.
I cannot fight the inevitable.
As usual the sun regains his strength
I will continue with the war between my head and my arm length.
I owe him my life.
The warmth, the light
As it wakes so does my spirit
I remember to feel, I remember to remain.