Every day, the fatigue that plagues my body gets closer to my brain. And, I can't help but wonder. When it gets there, will everything I've worked for be in vain? No! I can't think like that. Not when I'm so close to my dreams. But how can you fight exhaustion when everything exhausts you?

It’s a longing that runs deep
It’s a fire that lights it
It’s a blaze that you seek
It’s a desire that falls neat
It’s a blush that you heat
It’s a lust that you whip
It’s a whisper that feels cheap
It’s a lump that you dip
It’s a tear that you lick
It’s a feeling that leaves quick

It’s a Lover who felt sick

People die
Stories end
Fears vanish in the thin air
Minds shut down
Bodies fall
Chapters close
What lives on?

Sharp bends around the curb
Past bus stops used to run for
Feels so near and so far
The shops have changed
At least some of them
Still serving the same things
Where lucky moments
Made everything alright
Roads which led to homes
Which felt like someplace
Could always go
Haven’t been in so long
Must have wanted that
Wish I could go back
If only for a moment
Just to feel like I did
Laughing to sleep
Walking the city streets
Underneath the skyscrapers
Playing games invented
Finding paths which strayed apart

Felt like an eternity waiting for your birthday
now death is all you wait for
the presents wrapped, was all you crave
now the roses remain still on your grave
so excited, hard to fall asleep the night before
now death is sleep you die for.

My tongue stays knotted, a noose around my throat,
A strangling coil that I cannot break.
I choke on words I can’t release,
Hanging in the silence of sentences I can’t yet find.

Thoughts race past, swift like speeding cars,
Yet I remain mute, frozen in the stillness…
I can’t speak.

How can my mind hold all these questions
But no answers to ease the chaos?
So many ideas, yet I’m lost on how to bring them to life.
I stay speechless, trapped in this silence.

I reach for better days,
Clutching at air, hoping for a shift.
But all I seem to gather are bitter ones.
I am too young to feel the cold of this despair.
This noose tightens,
As I dissolve further, suppressing all that troubles me.
I need the words to voice my pain,
A voice that has long since eluded me.
I must find it, before it’s too late.