In the dismal hours
Of the darkest nights
Time has a habit
Of toying with my mind.
Sometimes, into untraceable
Cracks of thoughts, it disappears.
The hands of clock drag themselves
Through air of confusion and fear.
Through the fate
Of abysmal wait.
To get rid of this rosy fog
Time has put around me,
In which I stumble,
Fall and bleed.
I toss away everything
That’s left of me.
And soon the chaos inside me
Surrounds me, suffocates me.
I no longer wish to struggle.
I resign, I surrender myself
To the havoc, that is me.
When all I have won
Is about to be lost,
Clock finally reads twelve.
Tomorrow has arrived.
And it kneels by my bed,
Looks into my eyes,
Holds my hand,
And tells me
“There is hope”.
