Night's fade out as the days merge, I find it easy to get lost in the weeks,
The sun shines and hides while the moon comes and goes, time no longer speaks.
Sleep is rarely comforting for I know it will bring forth another day,
Nothing to anchor me, nothing keeping me grounded as I feel I'm slipping away.
Time has become a constant reminder that I am lost,
Just like the hands on a clock I go in circles with every line I've crossed,
This year is coming to an end faster then I ever could take in,
I stand here weeping as I pray to God not to let me have the same year over again.
©imaginate
J