
What is my yearning? What is my desire?
What do I long for?
Nothing.
Isn’t that a little bizarre?
To be somewhere I need to know of the place
Or am I already there?
And have not realized it yet
What shall become of me if I don’t have nothing to live for
Wake up! Brush! Eat! Shower and sleep.
I don’t smile and I don’t weep
Sitting silently did a thorough sweep
Of my heart
Everything washed away I have nothing left to keep
Not even myself
No desire and the fire
To reach for the stars
Ohh! I do miss the wars
The ups and the downs
The smiles and the frowns
Now I am so expressionless
Now I am so passionless
Silence fills my heart the killer of my sleep
Neither do I smile nor do I weep




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