You can’t hang on to yourself,

So just let go.

Wondering lonesome street,

I will stay out until my lungs bleed.

The last breath, of a living man,

Will be waste, on what could have been

Before it fades,

Into a flash,

As the bang echoes,

And the braille stains.

There’s no turning back,

Like the knights of old,

This night,

Shall end,

And with it my knight,

And all other nights

Youssef Hassan