Is it sickness or is my soul just fizzling out
Is it me or are the sands of time turning against me
My heart yearns for self expression but it is strangled for a lack of opportunity
I search for fulfillment but even the stars seems to have abandoned me
My every step sets me on a path of confusion
What hope do I have than to let myself be carried into oblivion by the whirlwind of the south
Indeed the center is falling and all hope appears lost
The sun rises with hope and sets with despair
Am I done for or are my efforts not just good enough
In my heart of hearts I say a tiny prayer but does it go beyond the ceiling of my room?
Questions, questions from every direction but a lack of sufficient answers leaves me in desperation
Maybe it's time I just slept and lets things turn around, but who has it ever worked for?
Yet if I stay awake, anxiety would but kill
When would things change, when would light shine in my corner of darkness
My soul, my spirit, my heart, they all fail me
(It's as though I have been visited by a fictitious dementor)
The doctor procures patience as a cure but how much longer can I wait
Suicide I have considered, death is a option not too far off, yet even that option fails me.
I am bound to this earth my mere flesh, O! What method of un-yoking avails me
But wait is that a glimmer of light in the distance, No, I ignore it for too many of such glimmers have I seen only for nothing of it.
True, I may have missed that glimmer but what else can desperation and anxiety lead to but confusion
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