The hands
the old clock
lazy and
silent slide.
My unsteady legs
stagger
and my mind
wanders
in the dense
fog of
uncertainty.
In the horizon
a dim light
distant, intangible
catches my eye.
My heart winces
while my
crushed dreams
magically
dissolve.
I grab
a friendly hand
and petrified listen
comforting words,
I hold my breath
and grab myself
to a thin
glimmer
of hope.
My hands tremble
at the thought that
there won't be
a tomorrow...
The soft
white pillow
gathers in silence
my tears.
I will fight
with my nails
with my teeth
I will fight
with all the forces
to avoid to fall
in the dark abyss
of no return
this
is a battle
I don't want
to lose it...
