There comes a time...

There comes a time in life,

When the taste of wine seems bitter and salty,

And the smell of the spring is dull.

When the new is old,

And devoid of lustre seems the color of gold,

And nothing seems to be alive at all. 

There comes a time then,

When everyone around looks the same,

Needy and wanting, greedy and vain.

When beauty is rare,

And the need to be is now have to be,

And distant and faded seems the will to awaken, again.

There comes a moment after that,

When all seems hazy and grey,

And the darkness spreads across night and day.

When breathing is laboured by the burdens of history,

And no hurt will ever trigger pain,

When no more words come, no more thoughts are left to say.

Then there is black, lightless and dark,

Nothing has any meaning or value, beyond,

And everything said, done and taken seems like vacuous nothingness.

When all the strife and all the battles past,

And every pinch and every praise,

Can never, ever again, light up the eternally spread darkness.