Against the Wall

A lonely day to wake up

to a sun that doesn’t care,

when the sky just seems to

shrug, and there is no reason

to rise.

Everything just hovers in place

with an uncleared haze,

like being somewhere between

wake and sleep.

You cannot find the strength

but the light won’t let you

be pulled back down into

the comforts of the dark.

Songs seem to play upon

the radio that cannot be

quite made out, telling

their old stories that

everyone can recognize.

When it seems like it should

all be over and you’re just

hanging on by threads, how

do you look the sun in the eye

and tell it to still shine or

push the dwindling sky aside.

Just trying to find some

motivation inside, to face

each new day with the comforts

of the dark calling you back

down, but somehow you know

it is not right.

So just trudge through the

walls of time until the crest

is breached, and the true light

is discovered, no longer just

its shadow.