A Recurring Thought That Almost Drowns Me in Sorrow

For the first time,

A dreadful, dreadful thought has arrived

I exist on this earth but what will I do

with the 24 hours of each day 365 times a year?

again, I ask myself this question

only to have it echo back to me

and again around the black-blue abyss

filled with stars and the milky way,

the answer doesn’t seem to come to me…

or should I say, I can’t seem to find it.

answer, please come to me.

please come to me.