I am still awake,
Thinking of the sheer nothingness of life
I fear I am going to dig myself
Further and further                            
From a rut even I can't escape from.   

Every day,                                                    
I still feel like running.                      
  But what if I am sad there too?

I remind myself,
Again and again          
Of how I used to be enticed      
By this freedom I now have            
But I'm struggling to feel that way again
And I can slowly feel myself
Rotting away...

For now I'll have to close my eyes,
Dream dreams that will help me forget:

It means absolutely nothing.

© Maria Francine