I look out to see the world and it seems
Dark,
Dreary,
Lifeless really.
The cold of the night seeps into my flesh and bone.
It almost feels like everything is as asleep as I want to be.
I hear a sigh escape my lips almost as if it isn't my own.
I feel myself sit on a chair and I
Wait,
Long,
Yearn really.
My eye lids start to droop as I tell myself, "Stay awake!"
Both reality and my reality are slipping faster and faster away.
My fight is being lost and It seems I don't care.
There I am, on a chair,
Sitting,
Sleeping,
Alone really.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 7:12 AM UTC
I look out to see the world and it seems
Dark,
Dreary,
Lifeless really.
The cold of the night seeps into my flesh and bone.
It almost feels like everything is as asleep as I want to be.
I hear a sigh escape my lips almost as if it isn't my own.
I feel myself sit on a chair and I
Wait,
Long,
Yearn really.
My eye lids start to droop as I tell myself, "Stay awake!"
Both reality and my reality are slipping faster and faster away.
My fight is being lost and It seems I don't care.
There I am, on a chair,
Sitting,
Sleeping,
Alone really.
© J.Snyder 2010