No Title Could Serve
Though the stars had aligned
The universe kept moving
And harmony was temporary
Just as it has always been
And must forever be
Perfection would cease
As the beating of hearts
Would slow and deplete
Mirages seem so welcome
When crossing the desert
Without hope of salvation
In desperate starvation
Yearning only for an illusion
To relieve the depression
Provide relief for the aching
Something soft and breathtaking
To bring a smile to a face
That knows only tragedy
The sickness knows not a cure
Only diagnosis and treatment
But relapse is guaranteed
As I fall again to my knees
Look to the heavens and plead
For an end to the suffering
As has been done repeatedly
Throughout unfortunate history
But turning the pages steadily
There is no twist in the story
And time continues its flow
Oxygen reaches the lungs
And the air tastes so stale
So empty, as despair
Seeps through the windows
Sealing shut my escape
From the confinement I face
Every breath that I take
Reminds me of a time
I was so very naive
And ready to take
This world head on
But my passion is gone
And my eyes once so bright
Becoming duller each night
Losing their light
And I fear that I might
Finally surrender
To the wind and the cold
That chills every bone
In my weakening body
As the frost bites my soul
And thus stops my heart
Dead in its tracks
The revelation of facts
Sinking into my mind
Which fought for so long
To be corroded by time
At last, rest is mine
No longer, I wake