Struggle

can i close my eyes,
as beneath me the water washes away the blood. Fed by my tears it dries upon the sandy grounds where the small plants struggle under the burning sun

my head heavy,
loaded with gloomy thoughts
as my breath slowly stops
and the drumbeats slowly fade

A knifes cut,
done without thought
Darkness knocking at the door,
as thoughts disappear like thin smoke.

a tiny spark of light still showing
Suddenly i grapple to hold on
The darkness that lurks like a ghost in the shadow, is scary and holds no answers
Even if the light is tiny i feel its warmth

feeling weak as i am,
i struggle to hold on
until the mornings first light
when new days begin