Rise to No Dreams

i lost my grip on how my shoulder use to lean.
i lay down for hours, i get up to no dreams. i eat to low means.
i flee from going
i float from flying
i fake what’s there,

i look forward to dying.


i found out that my eyes stopped looking for gleam.
The dullness is just more weight for my spine’s strained beams. i rise to no dreams.
i lie to moaning
i live ever sighing
i lift such a small burden,
and i’ve already quit trying.


I look forward to dying.

Nigh
Thank you. I wrote this some time ago, and definitely manifested from how i was feeling at the time. However, this state of mind never lasts long for me as i enjoy the strength of trying again.

Weeping willow
Sad words,yet I sometimes feel these words myself.But you still have to keep trying,never giving in to the dying side of life. Keep up the fight:} Nice piece,filled with your emotions.