Lost in a sea of words, drowning under the weight.

Tired of fighting when the darkness finally consumes me I will welcome it like a long lost friend.

Motionless I writhe
am I awake, asleep...alive?
I can't tell anymore
as i fall through the floor,
and just keep slowly sinking
"Am i being
a lonely weakling
for leaving
my feelings
unseen."

If so then why has

this healing been
a rather slow process.
But though i let
the blur grow into a mess
It is with great regret

So, with a lit cigarette
I sigh.

Waiting to waken,
succumbto slumber
or release the last sliver of life
from my eyes.

i want to be the one
you see in the clouds
when you are feeling
tired & empty
and need a reason
to keep going