Light before dawn

thoughts plush stairs

climbing one by one

at the top, you stop

left, there are none

that be the end

or mere beginning

take first step before

counting last, aghast

soul pleads against rushed,

never hushed, blood pumping

floor thumping, restless heart

wasted precious moments

nothing but torments

what was contemplated

considered, proven empty

fate tempting, to abyss

Silence required to count

thoughts to be found

worthy to consider

else death before dawn

before first step to

enlightenment