The sun goes down at the end of the day,
and there is nothing I can do about it
but sit here and watch it go.
Gradually, the darkness gathers
on the bedspread,
on the carpet,
and the white walls of the room
take on that bluish hue that heralds the night.
My eyes hurt from staring through the black
at the bright screen
as if all that ever mattered
were the images it shows back to me
each and every day,
a beacon,
a guide,
a killer,
and for a moment, I consider
snapping it shut,
giving in,
not fighting it,
this quicksand,
this ocean wave,
and just letting gravity take me down, down
to the bottom
like a stone in the sea,
so far that you would never, ever be able to see
your way out of the deep again.