Aw and Us

Tonight as i stir with time's cocoon
The abysmal tale of a chronic loss,
Was slowly playing hide and seek
Abetting my today kilt of existence
Softly breezing away the pain
In a tide of difficult thoughts
Few people do live through it.

And some are wrought to move on
Carrying the weights of liberty
All along their cacophonous existence
Where we live; everything else ceases.
Take me to that moment at the horizon
Where dawn and dusk overlaps within
The syllable of 'Aw and Us'.