Beckoning Black Holes

I’ve been so tired;
My flame’s going dim.
Dragging through every motion,
I’m unsure where I’ve been…

Everything’s blending together…
Days meld into weeks.
Highs become bottomless lows
As valleys turn to peaks.

A captive complacency
With no chance to advance.
Hand in hand with mediocracy,
Stuck in a rigid dance.

Energy can’t be destroyed,
But it seems to inside me.
Everything I take in
Is used so uselessly,

And yet I feed my dying flame,
Like beckoning a black hole.
I stand upon my sinking hill
Thinking I’m still in control.

Yet, the longer I wait
The more it tends to take,
Until I’m utterly helpless
And the illusion finally breaks.

At that perilous point,
All I’m left with is fear.
The less and less I move
The more it tries to steer.

The only thing that keeps me sane
And helps me to occasionally cope,
Is not all this whining and white-knuckling,
Rather a hidden hope.

A hope I often ignore,
But one I have always known.
Though it feels like the worlds against me,
I know I’m not on my own-
We all face the same villains,
Though they may differ in how they’re shown.
Just remember there’s always someone out there
Who won’t let you go through it alone.