The night is crawling into me,
Darkening me, pricking my veins,
Life seems obscure, without an end,
Loosing the chances to mend
More and more growing pains,
Dreadful, deep dark is the sea.

The sun is lidded, clouds are dark,
Hopes are but birds of heaven,
Scarcely they come, not sure when,
In need of a solid spark
That’ll take me to sublimity.

Chances are flying invisible,
I see but I don’t see where,
Spiteful I become, again and again,
Waiting for the washing rain,
Circling whole day, the sphere,
Am I able? Really able?