Nothing produces more pain than witnessing the fall of your own sunrise. As the light concludes its final twirl through the horizon at dusk, the reincarnation of darkness begins.
The rise completes my path.
I feel the wrath of my dreams while they try to escape.
A bath in my thoughts at night keep me up as I question my ambitions. Procrastination threw away the motivation to rise, reality, and its consequences are fogging up my only dreamt of mission in this mental invasion. Reality has become nothing but an anchor of pain. I am reminded of the things I missed and will miss on this path.
Dusk has now ended.
I keep my thoughts bright at night to see the path as I hardly walk through it. The darkness of reality causes me to stumble as I slowly walk. Fortunately, I am strong enough to never walk back. My bag gets heavier from the regret. Now I miss the light. The rise of the sun distracts me from all my worries, allowing me to drop everything and walk faster. Until then I must remind myself that my sun will rise again. My flames will ignite my ability to run away from reality until the next time I fall. During this raging inferno, I must run before my rise falls.
About the Creator
Shayan Abedi
Rapper/producer.
19
Toronto
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