Alone at Last by D. N.

Oh, to be human. To see the light of day when waking, and sleeping soundly to the silence of the universe.

Once lost in a sea of dark, I rise daily to meet my duties headstrong.

I push, I pull, I break my body against the unending sorrows of the toil.

Trouble indeed. This day, the next day, the days beyond have my mind in a strong grip, I am unable to leave.

I find myself wasting away, growing more old and weary in my human body.

The one thing I know begins to fail me. My legs no longer meet my needs. My eyes become dry and play tricks.

Oh, and mine mind. My head became dull long ago, duller still. A true testament to my wasted years.

Though I look onward, the past still haunting. I move in silence toward my certain fate.

Be ready, oh, you. Be ready for the fight. Hold dear the things you love, and the people too.

This life will pass you by, and you will move into the dark.

Approach it alone like the rest.

Make your peace before, as you must. Hope for the chance.

Come with me, my frail old friend, and I shall bid adieu.