Dusk and Destiny

Slowly Dusk creeps over the horizon

Determined to once again slip his cold arms around me.

He shrouds my daylight dreams

With hazy tears of midnight

And steals away the precious moments

From between my tightly gripped fingers.

He bids me to a sullen sleep

But with the morning, he rushes out

Before I can even whisper a quiet goodbye.

He has no regard for how he tosses me

To and fro in his sick and twisted games

As he dangles long-awaited rest before my eyes

And only offers me an

Inadequate excuse for slumber.

The days and nights mingle in monotonous repetition,

Round and round the mindless hands

Twist and spin

And mark out useless hours.

I've lost all rhyme or reason

Within this self-imposed matrix of intricate design.

I watch my life slip past my eyes

And melt into the drain of eternity

And all I do is weep

And complain

How shall I escape this torment?

How shall I release these bound-up dreams inside my heart?

Observing will never

Ever

Change a thing.

I must let go

And hold on

And walk toward my destiny.

It will never sneak up on me like the dusk,

I must

And I will

Pursue it

With all that I am and all that I will become.