There is no will left in me
A full empty glass is what I have become
What the meaning of my life is, I cannot yet see.
To linger about day on end is what I revert
to
Fine coils tug at my wrists
Exhausted, I am of believing in impossible dreams
There is nothing left to say, to think, to feel.
Yet through the darkness there is still light
The light brings lift to the birds who urge me on
It is they who fight against the biting wind
and battle against the burning rope
For they believe that there is always hope.
By Shaan H.