Shadows begin casting shadows

Darkness becomes so dark, it's heavy

Feeling for corners,

Stumbling through the night

Towards something

That may not be there

The need to gravitate

Towards possibility

Rather than slamming

Doors shut on opportunity

Or standing still,

Waiting for a light to

Be turned on.

Stagnant in an accumulation

Of muck and filth,

Reaching for a hand of a

Body who's breath can't be heard.