Transition

I’m lost in the dark of transition.
No stars to guide my way.
Knowing the light is just a few hours away.
I see the light of possibility dawning for me, if I can hold out just a few short months.
But there is no light between then and now.
No stars, no sun, no moon, nothing.
I know the sun is about to rise.
But that knowledge doesn’t help me live in the dark right now any more then the promise of wealth someday helps a poor man to feed his family in the present.
It’s nice to know, but I’m still lost in the dark, counting down the days until I will see light again.
As the days pass by, time moves slower and slower
Like a curve graph getting closer and closer to zero but never hitting it.
Will I ever hit zero, or will I continue to halve the distance but never actually reach it.
Will I be lost in the dark forever?
Even with a definitive date, the question of getting there is a big one.
How long will I wait?
Will the months feel like years?
Will the years feel like decades?
Will the decades feel like centuries?
Could three months literally take forever?

Death

My beauty is gone
My love alone
My feelings repressed
My hurt not shown

The joy has dispersed
The silence begins
The sadness ignored
The numbness wins

Everything lost
Nothing gained
Nothing heard
Everything drained

Alone in this world
Alone on this earth
No future in sight
No sense of worth

The death of a dream
The death of a place
The death of a future
The death of a face