sunrises and monsters

feeling the arc of pain playing out on my weary bones
who screams no not now
strong and willful my soul batters at the constraints of hurt
 
entering the need of the moment
it needs me to be strong
wrestling with demons I know well
sharpens my instincts
 
the spirits are restless
and i with them
my soul aches with a feeling
you know the ache
the one that keeps you up at night
 
fearing sleep cause of the monsters I will meet there
they're waiting for me
entertain the feeling it gets brighter by day
but I wonder how many sunrises I have left