Drafts of the Soul

Dying Dreams

Everything is blurry from the tears forming in my eyes

The light is too bright to look up the sky

Desperate for freedom, I still can't fly

My wings are too broken, I'm dead inside

The cries of my heart are too loud, I couldn't hear

The painful tears and my silent fears

Nightmares from the past haunting me for years

My overflowing emotions are ringing in my ears

The flaming star that was formed through my soul

Are dimming; the sparks --- where did they go?

The burden from my home is making me crawl

Like a scared kid trapped in a gigantic black hole

If I only knew that dreams will stay as dreams

Now my silenced voice produces silent screams

If survival is what really life means

I would have controlled the hope inside me to beam