Tired
weak
I write these words
that seem so bleak
pale in comparison
to the colors
of life
thats i try to capture
on a missing page
that is filled with
my eloquent words
so slow in coming tonight
cold and meaningless this time.
Desperately
longing
for something to grasp
I try to hold onto
the real words
at last
that are slipping
through my fingers
falling
shattering
like glass.
Crashing into broken words
sentences
held together with band-aids
not worthy of their own page
clinging to
the meaning
of something
so meaningless
I trip over my failure
so effortless.
Burning eyes
burning bright
searching for the answeres
buried deep in my soul
lost in the night
slipping
quickly
through the cracks in my heart
my thoughts
rapidly
falling apart.
Holding everything together
by a mere thread
of a shadow
what something
brought me here
this close
to the edge
of my mind
where I'm ready
to leap into the void
where words cannot follow
where I leave them behind.
Hopes
fears
flash behind my eyelids
as a glimpse of sleep
takes me
down to the deep
where dark tombstones
mark the graves
of our dreams
faded memories
of things we believed.
If empty hands
cherish lonliness
brokenness
then why do they remember
why do they remember?
If words are so meaningless
so hopeless
then why do i remember
why do i remember?