I'm tired,
Emotionally,
Physically,
I can almost feel my eyes sinking in,
My bones are starting to decay,
Slowly I'll be nothing,
The blood that was once in my veins is now dried up,
Maggots eat away as the rotting skin on my cheeks,
The place where my heart used to be is now empty,
Lifeless,
My lungs are no more ,
My once beautiful blonde hair is now turned to straw,
The diamonds have left my bones,
Then I wake,
Form the ground I've called my home,
Only to have reality hit me in the face,
Fracturing my every move,
Again I'm tired ,
Emotionally and physically,
Something has be pushing for a better tomorrow,
To find the green grass on the other side like people like Hemingway wrote about,
But all I can see in my wake is dead roses,
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoesíaYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
