When will I live again?

Inside this rusting sack of tired dreams.

Long forgotten

Too tired to pretend they might come true

Too ashamed to admit they don’t exist

And doubting they ever did

Slumbering in the muck of apathy

While peering lazily beneath groggy eyelids

Watching others skip and play

Too tired or too lazy to choose

Another way

What world would breathe life

Into pathetic tales

That no one wants to hear

Including me

No longer willing

No longer able

No longer


Unless light breaks

I slowly drown in shadowed dreams

That melt as darkness lulls me

To sleep