listening to my voice in the dark
it all seems so stark
bleak

i let out all that i can once more
hoping to grasp for only some
meak

letting it slip by in this moment
looking at what i can still
getting a view i won't again
living every last instant, real

stolid, used feelings beset my past
the pieces of me reset at last
grasp

taking a moment to align with possibility
fate wills itself around the fickle...