I want to get back to writing but i'm going through a tough time. so here's a "poem" or a rambling... i don't know.

 

I Cannot see what flowers are at my feet.

Those that people put down,

The help, the warmth, the love.

Instead of looking down,

At what everyone else has put down,

I look ahead into a dark hole.

 

 

Fallen down before i ran.

The finish line too close.

Overwhelmed,

Unnerved.

Despair,

A wish to fade away.

 

 

Crumbling, Crashing, and Burning

Walking, Running, and Stumbling

My Fault, My Errors, and My Exhaustion

My Pillars, My Cry, My Answer.

 

 

There's no more time,

There's no more option.

What has consumed my very being,

A wish for a deep breath and a final leap.

 

 

I'm not allowed,

I'm pushed,

I'm held up,

I'm helped.

 

The unmoving hand,

The continous cheer that deafens.

Not giving up on this failure

When the failure has given up.

A hope to give this hopeless being.

 

 

A wish for a forever sleep,

An endless night,

A too soon final scribble.

 

Woken up,

Pulling up the sun and pushing down the moon,

A book with mostly empty pages, scribble more and more.

 

 

A village to write when my hand grew tired,

Salty rain to water flowers.