16 October 2018

Every day and night since the night n August,
Sleepless and tired and exhausted,
In the name of depression and screams
Within the crawling soul under my skin.

When life before you is so unsure —
Fragile
And helpless,

What are to be expected from the road ahead —

A dream
Or a star
Or a wish come true?

Crying by the dawn,
Wandering by the dusk,
Screaming in the morning,
Moaning by the night.

Help.
Help.
Help.

The screams in the chamber,
A room within the room.

In front of the door
Are countless helpless
And fragile souls
Never to be rescued,
With the guardian
Offering nothing but a cold stare
And see them die.

 

 

Edited on 31 July 2019.