My friends have all deserted
The cause.
every warm-lit cavern I used to see them in
now pours with solid blackness.
somedays two un-blinking eyes
meet mine through the silence. But
behind is a-glazing. They are asleep, or more, bored.
Sometimes, you can hear the snores.
But sleep has not dined with me
this evening. A battle has left
the land sluggish, havoc seethes from
blistered slabs of lips mumbling
a half-forgotten kaddish.
Still breathing, still breathing.
I turn, and press my lips to the rain
Whispering 'I wish this day would never end'
Some people can't make it all the way.
Evolution, natural selection, plain mistakes.
Some people call others don't.
I remember those who do and forget those who don't.