Too Late to Save My Soul

Too Late to Save My Soul

The night found me before the dawn

its hands colder than I remembered

pulling me into corners of myself

I had left locked for years

The things I had done walked beside me

their shapes too clear in the dark

each one whispering the same truth

you have run out of roads

I thought there would be a moment

a last turning before the drop

a chance to speak or beg or fight

but silence came first and stayed

Now I move where the air is thin

where prayers sink instead of rise

and the only light is far behind

in a place I can no longer reach