At times I wonder,
Will I ever know true darkness?
For even as I drift to sleep,
Faint pictures dance across my heavy lids,
As they gently rest upon my tired eyes.
At times I wonder,
Will I ever know true silence?
For even as the harsh winds settle,
The shallow beat of my heart persists,
As steady blood courses through eager veins.
Tonight I wonder,
Will I ever know true numbness?
For even as I hold my breath,
My mind races and my heart churns
As I yearn for one last gasp of air, and learn that I still feel.
I’ve been told I never will,
For they say the soul lives on.
But on the nights I lose my will,
I curl up and wonder what it’d mean,
To truly be gone…