If I had the courage to step into the night
I would have seen the stars long ago.
This flickering lamp has lost its will to fight
And now its light speaks to me in Morse code.
To say I could decipher its message would be a lie.
At best I can guess its intent as I wait to die.
The truth is, I am a terrible coward.
A sinner of vast proportions who painted himself a saint.
Walled off in a lonely tower of my design.
“Why did they leave me here?” Is now my constant complaint.
Now I dwell only on these stars
Who in my sleep request to hear my memoirs.
But I am still afraid
To step past the line
and into the fade.
I tell myself that I will be fine
But in this tower I will deteriorate
Until my memories no longer hold this weight.