Sundowning

Sundowning

What a gift it is to say,

I wandered the dark, so I could show others the way.

I can tell you the cost of free-thinking

That love and loss are both just ways of sinking.

I can write for you, all those thoughts you shouldn’t share.

Teach you the dangerous art of laying your conscience bare.

Because my dreams are few but certain,

And as this sorrow sees its final curtain,

I will leave my mark.

Just another child who learned to see better in the dark.

So, embrace the irony and learn what it means,

That we are all losing sleep, chasing dreams.

And no matter the weight of your grief or remorse,

It’s all the same when you trace back to the source.

Because there’s a difference between what’s real,

And all the terrible things you wish you didn’t feel.

I know.

Sometimes, at night, it’s easy to forget,

That the world is still here, even when the sun sets.

But remember,

It’s not a black hole,

Just a rumination that lasts too long.

And it doesn’t spoil the whole,

It’s another syncopation that sweetens the song.

Your head is above water, you’re not drowning.

It’s just another sleepless night,

And you’re sundowning.

-Adam J Marcon