The air solidifies,
Muting the howls,
Leaving me to hear them
Only in my head.
A power surge.
I cannot help but
Stare at the breaking light bulbs
And the twisted reflections
In the shattered glass.
The ground is shaking,
Swallowing trees into the fissures.
And I remain standing
In the middle of the chaos,
Martyring my mind
Over the life
That has never existed anywhere,
But in the dreams.
One more night… One more night… –
I repeat to myself, trying to survive
Until the morning that might not come.
I am fighting the invisible war
With the enemy I refuse to admit,
Feeling it eating me from the center on,
And the chances of winning
Are close to zero.