Fighting uncertainty

I refuse to let those small details crawl on me after a long weekend in silence,

Like spiders, knitting a web of silvery day dreams all around me.

I refuse to yield to patience and numbness.

I’ve pushed away loneliness and contempt while smoking the last cigarette of the pack,

And I’ll push them away again when I reach the last of my new pack,

The one I haven’t bought yet,

But I will.

I don’t want to fight with uncertainty anymore

But I refuse to be defeated,

And so I throw a punch to uncertainty’s face

Only to watch my hand disappear in the darkness.