The window only opens half-mass
As he lays in his bed – sweating, panting
He looks to his left to view an empty glass.
Was it the big one or small one?
Or was it the thought?
But the memories are gone . . .
He had said this a lot.

He cannot say much
He feels no ways
But as his thoughts take over . . .
The harder he lays.

It’s an equal weight,
But an uneven bar
Because the burden of most
Isn’t seen from afar.

Many have felt it
But few have lived with
I cannot see the impact
Of saying it’s a myth.

It won’t end tonight
Or tomorrow . . . but when?
He can only wonder
As the room begins to spin.

Further – further
From life he goes
Into the shadows,
Nobody knows.

Gone – gone
Erased from the past
Everything is over
Done at last.

When something new starts
He thinks of why
Before does not matter
And the result is a cry.

Time to let go
Distance to forget
Enough with the thoughts
Extinguish the amends.

Back to bed now
Where there is only mind
A whole day is next
Time to rewind.

Forgive it all
The thoughts that abound
Forgive it all
Light shall come around.