Still I stay as dawn breaks everything around me
Manic fidget clenching jaws before they crack
Pupils wide like dinner plates, shy every ray in sight
Your world remains as apathetic as at dusk
I feel I sleep as I do travel, rarely yet with purpose
My anxious rhythm keeps me hidden and in place
Is it by fear that I am guided or by ink inflicted words
A boredom set by principles of purpose unbeknown
May I wake up to see another blooming garden
Would you stay here while I grasp ardently for youth
Am I enough to know when everything’s discarded
My kettle whistles under pressure from a truth
She comes with color just as everything is darkened
My drought of judgment has its end in sight and soon
We take whatever we can fit into our pockets
Steal our light from sun and heart and stars and moon
Still I stay not to let dawn becoming startled
I find a noble touch in life to be preferred
As eyes adjust to see a shimmer in the haunted
I count up sheep and hope to never feel alone
- Afton Light, 2022
