Chasing Hollow Days. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

Chasing Hollow Days.

Late breakfasts and lonely sunrises—
my life echoes a happiness now distant.
Too late to rewind the time wasted,
so I carry this ball and chain
that bears the name: my pain.

Silent prayers float
as I sink deeper into myself,
gasping for air,
suffocating on thoughts
that never stop speaking.

Maybe it's time to let go—
of the idea that better days are coming.
In forty winters,
I have not found the spring
that lets me bloom.

Another poem,
not for healing,
but to let my demons know
I will stay a little longer.

Still chasing
hopeless golden days
through my darkest nights. MIRAK