Darkness and despair
pulling at him
tugging at him
endlessly, constantly,
never ending
Such a dark and rainy night
Not a breeze to be felt
Not a light to be seen
Not a sound to be heard
except the rain
Washing away everything
All thought
All sanity
All feeling
Just rain
and darkness
He sits there
water running into his eyes
and stares out into nothingness
Unaware or anything and everything
Yesterday is just a faint memory
Tomorrow is just a distant joke
The seconds just keep ticking away
One by one, counting down to something,
something that he once knew but forgot some time ago.
Time is a funny thing.
Not ha ha funny, but funny
Every second last exactly the same
and yet some days seem to last seconds and some seconds seem to last days
like this second
never ending, like time is
standing
still
And in that second
that second of unawareness
he becomes aware of his heartbeat
one every second
just as steady
just as quiet
just as lonely
thump
thump
thump
But time is a funny thing
In his seconds of unawareness
he realizes his is aware of those seconds
and those heartbeats
as they synchronize and become one
and he reaches out into the darkness
grasping and clutching for anything
anything at all
but time doesn't end
and neither does his heart
and so he sits there
and waits
for some sign
a spark of light
and wisp of a breeze
anything at all
to remind him that he is not alone
that the darkness serves a purpose
that the rains are there to cleanse
that the mind and the heart and the soul and the seconds all must align together
and that he must become one with himself
and that he must become one with himself
and that he
must become one
with
himself
