Alone

Photo by Ali Yahya on Unsplash

It happened again, just like before
Those episodic moments filled with terrifying thoughts
Echoes in the tenebrous chambers of a weakening mind
Quiet sobs of mournful melodies permeates the listless night air
The weight of existence suffocates once confident heart
Life measured in failures, pain, and insignificance
The mind decaying faster than mortal’s frame
The body deconstructing — bone to ash, flesh to dust
Broken ornament on a precipice waiting to fall
Death’s sweet song fills silent heart

Alone with thoughts, to panic and weep