maybe one day soon
i'll wake up
out of this fog that pulls me in
inevitably, every morning
day and
night.
or,
maybe I won't.
I scream to myself WAKE UP.
but I can't seem to hear
so,
maybe i'll just stay here
lay here
calm and still
in this fog of unwanted despair.
yet, my hope
I promise you
is not tarnished.
although my brain has been scrambled
and my heart tangled up
I refuse to believe
the hope that continuously hides somewhere,
deep within
has been dimmed.
its light though fleeting and flickering
starts to slowly fade away
day by day.
So,
maybe i'll just stay here
lay here
calm and still.