The Days That Drift

Life moves without a wish,
just breath for the sake of breath,
a body walking out of fear
the shadow of silent death.

Once the days were simple,
then the world turned hard and tight,
and just when joy returned at last,
it slipped away from sight.

Now every dawn feels empty,
no dream to chase, no climb
just waiting for the final hug
that ends the ache of time.

Afraid of how it meets me,
yet tired of how I live…
I stand between fear and longing,
with nothing left to give.