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
No
Unless light breaks
I slowly drown in shadowed dreams
That melt as darkness lulls me
To sleep
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