So be it

If I breathe in, will I remain this way?
Same ol' lungs through out the day.
Maybe if I sleep for an hour more,
Turn out the lights.
I have awaken, my bones are sore.
Turn on the lights.
My cabinet is a treasure chest.
The many bottles to explore.
I'll have a glass when I can't rest.
Maybe just one more.
My clock is always ticking.
At midnight it rings her bell.
I miss my sweetheart, dearly.
At midnight I believe that's her way to tell.
My children are far apart now, living on their own.
And here I am now, in my own zone.
I turn out the lights just once more.
My memories are fading as I enter that door.
I struggle to the mirror and see a hopeless man.
A hopeless man that deserves a second chance.
So be it, if it's my time.
So be it, if I must die.
So be it, if I'm alone.
So be it, I'll eventually know.









This is a poem I wrote a few months back.
It isn't my best, but it really got my eye.