Trapped

I remember when

The stars were bright 

And all I could see was

The future 

The subsequent dwindle 

The destiny

The prospectable choices

And the voices that

Whispered sweet nothings

In your ear

Saying this fight,

From this point

You will never be the same 

And the voices that

Whispered the truth 

That maybe you created

Nothing but meaningless 

Nonsense 

You're finished.

Slowly retreating

From the fight 

That is no longer

Customary.

It's on a night like this

Now,

The cigarette is lit

The drink is poured

It has been beautiful

Even now,

It Is.

Everything 

is.

Always will 

be.