I have lost my strive for greatness.
The piece of me that wanted so badly to make something of life, has withered away,
dried up from the restless nights where my mind wouldn’t quiet down so my eyes could sleep.
Exhausted and malnourished it gave up trying to breathe life into my lungs,
leaving only ashes like those from cigarettes,
Burning holes in the lining of my hopes.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
I have lost my strive for greatness.
The piece of me that wanted so badly to make something of life, has withered away,
dried up from the restless nights where my mind wouldn’t quiet down so my eyes could sleep.
Exhausted and malnourished it gave up trying to breathe life into my lungs,
leaving only ashes like those from cigarettes,
Burning holes in the lining of my hopes.
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