Your breath is cold
you lie in wait
for someone to come
and take you away.
The days never end
they all seem the same
so you lie in bed
hoping you wake.
Why do you wait
what is to come
to take you away
to a life full of fun?
Your dreams are dull
and endless too
they all are that way
relentless, untrue.
The day that they end
it takes you away
to a life which is happy
bright and untamed.
Your breath is now warm
you don’t have to wait
for the moment has come
when you are awake.
I wrote this about... 5 years ago I think. Maybe a bit longer but it's still one of my favorite finished poems.