Retreat of the White flag

In the deafening silence of this noise

I find myself screaming at the top of my lungs


In the darkness of daylight’s night

I find my eyes looking at the nothingness


In the depths of my shallow ephemeral essence

I find myself mocking the irony of its existence


In the emptiness of this wretched soul

I find myself throwing the white flag


But at that point of pointlessness and weightlessness

I find myself fighting for what’s mine


Because in the passing of that certain uncertainty

of that untimely demise

I am still fighting

I am fighting for my life

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