Wednesday, March 11, 2009

A Glass sits half-empty...

Tiredness sighs as another day passes me by,
A speck of nothingness struggling to grow,
Alone in the shadow of many.
Hurting to draw too deep a breath,
Lest my will breaks.

Escape is a dream I dream about everyday,
Only lacking the strength to take flight.

1 comment:

Mario. said...

I's been almost a year since those words were written.

Do I sense the wind of change now?
Did you flee to be free?