Life slips by like an endless breeze,
Standing alone watching,
Waiting for what the days will bring,
Into my open emotions,
Slicing through my heart,
Laying dormant untill I let down the veil of defence,
Pouring the hurt over my soul till I fall,
Into the bottomless pit of sorrow,
Climbing endlessly upward and getting nowhere,
The rocks of doubt smashing hopes and dreams,
Into a thousand tiny shards,
Trying to gather the pieces and fit them back together,
Only to find it to be wasted,
Upside down and back to front is this life,
Moving forward into nothingness,
Clutching the slithers of hope that lingers deep within,
Only to drop the muddled jigsaw of dreams,
Into a pile of dust and mud I call myself,
Trodden on by passers by,
Pieces scattered to the four corners of this earth,
Waiting for the clouds to settle and move,
So the sun can finally shine on my mind,
Warming the frozen feelings hidden wakeless inside,
Allowing me to live again the way I deserve,
Like birds singing in green leafy trees,
This is me, I am wounded and bleeding within,
Ocean tides lapping at my bare fee,
And still no feelings of love, warmth or joy,
Will time ever heal the crumbled wires,
In a mind so full of regret and doub,
Someday the mountains will fall to the earth,
And one day joy will consume me,
My thoughts are timeless, How will the future be?
