Slumber Stumble

The past erodes from
memory
and we've no hope in the future
we walk through days
numbed by pain
and little to no slumber
time seems very meaningless
from inside Pandora's box
Some close their eyes when faced with truth,
it's wet and boiling hot
We're all just shadows waiting for sunrise:
Everyone's got a number
It's up to us to accept our lot
or not, and never stumble.