To Breathe!

I could sleep for epochs under the blanket of this despondency.

To breathe! Woe, to the living,

For they are challenged to move, to exist.

But, the Dead - they are asked nothing,

But to watch. 

As love gives way to lust and lust to loss,

And losing seems to be the Champion’s Plight.

So, in this dull light, awakening as ever beneath a darkening sky,

I shall spirit away my spark and and join my brethren stars hanging in the night.

And gaze through Death’s ever scanning forlorn and shadowy eye.