Darkness, breaches the edges of vision.
Waking, leaving the body.
Morning comes, no arising.
Sun is gone, no horizon.
Time spent, gone
None to come
Now, become totally numb.
The ones youโve left,
Weโre filled with dread.
Never imagined, youโd be dead.
Taken life with your own hand,
Left here, trying to understand.
Suns gone down, moonโs come up,
Guess Iโll down another cup.
Bitjamin, 2020
