The weak arent saved
no one is ever saved.

Only the strong are permitted to crawl out
The weak though….just lie there.

The weak are forgotten.

Reality is cruel, dreary….

Bleak.

It lacks color.

Only a black abyss stares back at me.

I crave change.
I crave more than just the blackness.

Color.

Give me color, no matter the choice.
Give me grey, and i'll live in beautiful greys

Just give me color...

Stuck inside a picture frame

A moment captured in time

incased inside a picture frame

Unable to move on

Past the walls

Past the glass

Past this instant so sweet

Watching ruins crumble

Shielded by the translucent sheet

Caged or protected

The line between them fades

Colors paled from the scorching sun

I cant seem to break away

Bright lights dance and flicker up above this cave
Swaying, dancing with the rythym of the waves

Hope and joy mock me right past the wrinkles
Of the ebbing, flowing sweet water ripples

I shove, i stroke, i reach out as far as my fingertips will strain
Trying to pull against this weight, this ball and chain

I envy the water, how it engulfs, enshrouds, and even embraces
It burries you in silence, and dulls down your senses

Its more than me, i cant fight against  its vigour
Stuck swimming in place, against this current so rigor

A weight so heavy keeps dragging me down
I struggle and gasp trying to escape from the drown

Desperately swimming up, its even difficult to think
Cant help but feeling that its easier to sink



The raw wording behind this poem:

I cant take it anymore
No matter how much i swim upwards
The bright surface only seems to be getting farther
Im stuck in place
The current is too strong
I hate the water
It surrounds you
Its more than you can ever be
Im envious
It envelopes you
Burries you in silence
Dulls all the senses

The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.

Beneath the silken silence
The crystal branches slept,
And dreaming thro’ the dew-fall
The cold white blossoms wept.

A companion, a friend
Amidst the dark of night
With a flick, a click
Shines a yellow light

I want to be that little lamp
Perched next to a book
And languidly sit with a friend
In quiet solitude

Entering world after world
Through line after line
Staring advently over a shoulder
Waiting for the next page to turn

Words that bring sadness
tearing open old scars
Words that elate us
With a sudden smile

Not the worst thing to be
In fact i'ld quite enjoy
Content right where i am
Being a friendly reading lamp

We were born into a song
Sing it still now that we've grown
The melody remains the same
Though the words have slightly changed

If you please, come sing with me
Mixing lives in harmony
Perfect pitch, tinder keys
As together we're all born to sing