Through The Path

You dropped me at the end of your rope,
I no longer know how to climb.

Landed among a broken comet, a dying garden.
The threads will break me down,
No one to sew them together.

Life and it's wind constantly exhaling,
Nature forgets to take a breath in.

Thrown out, rained out, washed up.
And we come here just to leave,
With wears of pain conceived.

Teach me to fly,
To stop me from falls.

White clouds blinding me,
No sleep decaying me.

I wonder if everything we wonder, could be real.
Love left us all a long time ago,
I'm not sure it can be found.

Leashes to be established.
Become my own security,
My own brace.

Attempting existence underground,
I can no longer dream against planets out of reach.

The dark can absorb my remains,
Break down, decompose.

Permanent footsteps imprinted on pavement,
Living above my caved, sacred basement.

This is my leave from you, world.


Sincerely,
Resisting your arrest.

Useless

My hands are shaking.

No, I can't find my grip.

I keep losing it.

I keep losing.

No, I don't feel anything.

I only feel pain.

Im turning numb.

I am fear,

I am anxiety,

I am concerned.

I am paranoia.

As thin as felt, and i'm beginning to tear.

Tear apart, break and fall.

I can't process.

I can't get over this hill thrown in front of me.

My hands are shaking.

My world is breaking.

My life is ending.

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