His eyes would not close
Even though they weighed like a ton of bricks.
All he could do was stare straight ahead,
Fixating on some obsolete point in the distance.
Blackness swallowed up the night’s surroundings,
Enveloping him in a rigid stranglehold.
His ears started to apprehend sounds around him
And what once seemed morose began to come alive.
A cricket chirped nearby but he did not notice,
Lost in a refuge of thoughts and trepidations.
What was once enshrouded in a field of mist
Began to fade away into a sense of definition.
His body shivered from the cold,
But the rest of him was elsewhere.
A path materialized in front of him
From the nothingness that was his cage.
Beyond the realm of his reach
The hint of light could be seen.
His world stood still at a crossroads,
The air hanging in a delicate balance bathed in moonlight.
This was the moment he had been waiting for,
Forever marked by this equivocal speck in time.
His eyes finally eased shut,
And he drifted off into obscure oblivion.