Something Lost

I've lost something important.
The reason why I'm living.
I hold onto the tiny thread,
That tells me this is not the end.
But everyday it becomes more frail.
I am scared for the day it will finally give out.

It wasn't always this way.
That tiny thread was once a rope.
I held onto it dearly.
Cherishing every moment,
Like a speck in time.

But that was then and this is now.
The once gentle breeze of the wind,
Is now pushing me back with all its might.
Teasing me with brief seconds of peace.

I see the end of the tunnel,
With its white pure light.
I'm almost there,
If I can only keep my thread together.
For just a while more.

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