Thursday, December 31, 2015

Wishful thinking

The heart is not a friend, my own hands have become foes
The fate seems sealed with no end to woes
As I lie surrounded by darkness, bleeding barely breathing
Thinking about a life unlived, dreams unfulfilled, and promises broken
As life lingers, and pain extends
The mind races on roads that may never be
And I wonder about the million questions that I cannot think of anymore
I do want to fly and float, but here I am… sinking

Dreaming of warmth, o wishful thinking…