I'm exhausted, why? Because After every minute and after every hour I'm stuck wasting away working like a bee, only to receive a short life of finance and hopelessness .

      I see what I want but to be able to  reach out and  grasp it would be a long tiring walk for it is thousands of miles away from were I stand. I look out at in the distance like and ocean, only water surrounding me, I feel stuck, almost as if I were lost at sea. My only view being the salty water before me and a volatile future. I contemplate giving up, but I have only justed  started.

    I'm Stuck , Stuck like a dull clock that doesn't tick.

     I'm Stuck, as tho I had jumped into a abundance of quick sand, allowing it to swallow me whole.

      The sand is heavy, like the weight of my stress and fatigue. Weighing me down into the ground along with everything  else it swallows- My Sanity, hopefulness and my future.

.   I thought If I allowed the sand to conceal me it would  all vanish, but the burden becomes stronger as tho it had utilized its ability to worsen while I was lost in the back of my mind.

    Does it ever end ? I've asked for many years, it doesn't end until death is at your feet ready to collect your broken spirit. Even death would feel sympathy for my broken mind placing a hand of relief upon my shoulder, But my time is not near, but far from it

As the days pass my expression remains still as if time has stopped ,not a single strike of the hands , but my vehemence  remains a raging river that  no dam can tame. The clock remains stuck while the hour glass continues to empty itself into the bottom of my mind .

     If a dam were to be placed the walls of the fondation would crack like the understructure  of a broken heart that has been hurt for many years upon years. An abundance of tainted water  floods everything around it  causing the ground around it to sob and crumble as tho mother earth herself had suffered from a mistreated heart. Her tears covering the land with sorrow and devastation, like a field that has run dry and can no longer be used to nourish our hopes and dreams .

     The weight of the water is heavy like the emotions and thoughts that flow through my mind weighing my body down along the bottom of the river, stuck with the memories that remain at the bottom with me. The emptiness leaves me to think of the past rather than swimming back to the present along with the future that awaits. I wait….waiting for the water to drain itself, but the water can't drain itself for it is demented and abused.

      To drain the water would take time,  When the sunrise appears to asisst. The water soaks into the earth as my racing mind calms, as the warm embrace holds the earth. Wrapping its rays around the broken and soaked  land. Providing it with the wanted heat it needed but has never received before. A sensation that had never been present for those hard years.

       The feeling of peace of mind, my thoughts and worries stiff like an ocean, the only disturbances being the gentle breeze that sweeps across the top layer and the composed music of the birds as they greet each other upon passing by. At last all is at peace, with my mind at rest, until tomorrow but ...... tomorrow never comes.

Death....a common event amongst mankind and yet, tears still shead like leaves in the autumn, as the last breaths of a loved one's are deprived from us . Their souls, grasped by the boney hands of death.

He is not our enemy nor a friend, but he is a symbol of both sadness and freedom. Only to appear when a soul has left it's newly empty shell. He takes them in as his own steering them into the direction of their next life.