A While Longer

Darkness stumbled as if fell offering glimpses of hope then with oil slick ease it spread itself decapitating pins of light were my thoughts influencing the darks movements or were my tired eyes tricked refusing their rub unsure of the outcome my ears now catching rustled leaves which seem to bend the winds will Trembled hand reaching into the unseen probing while shadow tendrils seem to pull it further into the darkness garb Slow the thrum that tries to break from beneath my ribcage breathing slower twisting neck hopeful of some respite but nor a candle flicker or a welcome homestead light A cracking twig pulls focus and shapeless form in mind or eye blend effortlessly with night