The desperate



I lost my words

As all that I could say was dull.
Irrupted world revolves mad thoughts
In my cemented skull.

Broken in two.
Defunct, disgusted and destroyed.
No fire lit can turn skies blue
When all my hopes are void.

To be or die?
A choice can shelter me from stress.
I need a dream to lift me high
Above the plains of death.

Pain makes me week

                  And sick,
       No wish to speak,
         About to freak
            I simply lick
    Tears on my cheek...

Alive or dead…
Sighted  or blind…
No life ahead…
No past behind…


© Art