Fight The Dawn

An Abstract Legacy

I stare into the eye of that gaping hole
That always comes to entreat my soul.

Provoking the grey fog to come crawling forth
Filling the far caverns of my mind
Adding weights to my thoughts and
Enshrouding my eyes to a dim monochromatic glow.

As I stumble forth in my shadowed haze
I almost miss the light reflected
From the tips of tulips,
From the cheeks of cherry blossoms.
Their luminous colors piercing through
The encroaching clouds as they scatter forth
Finding the deep recesses of my heart's retreat.

Silently echoing with every refraction,
    Not today.
No!
    Not right now.
        Not this moment.

For now is for
    Blades of green
    Swirls of blue
    Streaks of red
    Hints of lavender
Reaching
    Clawing
        From a desperate dream
Breathing life
    Exhaling death.

For tomorrow,
No,
The very next moment
    I may be swallowed whole
        And taken by the dark.
So I reach with every moment
    To grab ahold of any light
        That pierces through.