Outlive
Nov 3 · 1 min read
I’m not fond of midnight,
For that’s the time monsters reach me
Every night I’d roll in my bed,
Restless. Scarred.
The monsters take turns to enter my dreams;
They poison my sleep with gloom.
I can only fight one at a time
For I’m the only one in my room.
The only way to outwit them is to open my eyes
I hear whispers from the wall.
“He’s got nothing else to sacrifice”
As I withdraw from the battle
And return to a realm where they can’t reach me
My eyes are tired and bloodshot
Hopeless…ashamed
I’d still pray to win a good night’s sleep.
May be soon I’ll win
And the sun will finally outlive me.
Yash Joshi 2019

