Sad Poems and a Glimmer of Hope

Landslide (FV)

Everyone is running past in rapid succession.
Living their lives as planned.
Accomplishing things to be proud of
And I'm still here at the beginning of the race.
No motivation to start it.
Broken before the finish line.
My mind is like a mountain caving in.
Crumbling.
The remainder sifted at the bottom.
Smaller,
shallower,
minuscule,
meaningless.
Overshadowed by those above.
Freezing to death under the shade.
I was up higher than the clouds,
But as I come down gently,
I'll still end up at rock bottom.
Back to where I started.
All over again.