GIVING UP
My skin is dry
My tongue is parched
Devoid of emotions
My heart is charred
The nights are long
The days crawl by
My loved ones have left
Without saying goodbye
My dreams are blank
My eyes just stare
My brain has gone stale
Tousled is my hair
What is the purpose in my life?
Why does my heart beat?
I just think of the moment
When death will greet
I taste bile in my mouth
Roaches crawl on my toe
Dust and mud matt my skin
Flowers die as weeds grow
Still I breathe
With no reason or rhyme
My hands start groping
Fast in the grease and grime
All I get is dirt
The last boil of hope simmers down
My eyes stare again
At the sky’s blue and earth’s brown
I lay, waiting forever
Then at the horizon above the lake, I see
That death has obliged
And has finally come, to take me
...The End...
