evening sky
i’ve seen a lot of mornings
i’ve stayed awake many nights
the world sleeps in darkness
i wait in silence
all fear in sight
longing to deeply breathe
the air is thinner up here
stuck in frustration
sitting on the corners of desperation
and lack of motivation
why is that always the default
too much to do
so we feel like doing nothing
nothing at all
netflix and chill
what’s the world coming to
when all you want is to find your purpose
but chase after things that have none
until purpose finds you
deep in the night
when you least expect it
when you cry out in your darkest hour
you rise into the morning
in all your pain
your wound becomes an ally
pointing to your very destiny
how can this be
the evening sky is a war between light and dark
color and contrast
as the light fades, the dark seems to have the upper hand
until the morning comes
