As Everything Dims
Perhaps this star is setting. Light returns

into the void. The end of everything

will come eventually — and I will sleep

like hours into sand. A river flows

into uncertain sound — cacophony?

I cannot promise where this road will lead

but only that the silence rises up,

an aching music echoes in the cup

so hallowed of my heart: too tired to bleed

but even in its dimming, yearning, free?

I couldn’t say: and no one truly knows

if God is held to promises they speak

or do we flutter, lonely on a wing

to seek the little light left as it churns?
['Zach J. Payne']
['Growth', 'Poetry', 'Depression', 'Life', 'Grief']