Chasing the thoughts that abandon me

My eyelids are as heavy as lead

Yet my eyes fight to capture the light

The more I push myself forth,

The farther behind I seem

When my fingers reach out to grab the light

It turns its back on me

The brilliant light slips through my fingers,

Leaving nothing but me and my empty mind

Forced give up, with pained relief

My vision blurs with soft, dry tears

And the last thing I see

before the darkness

is the shadow of the light

that turned its back on me

...the blinking bar on an empty screen

that is simply waiting for me