Trying to enjoy the odd last light
of the odd last days of our empire.
Trying to see past the dark beyond
into the expected tomorrow morning
exactly as I’ve waited for it my entire life.
Dreading my entire life. Praying against it
for my whole life, though it kept on coming up
and pouring through. I did what I was told
and tried to love it, to find the beauty in it.
Here I am today where the light is shade-odd
and I’m trying to love it
and the beauty as I’m told to
and all I can think of is
light ending to bring me the night
and let it be that I need not
wait again to leave that dark
for a beauty
I can’t find at all anymore.