Complacency is dulling,
I am numb,
Haven’t grabbed a hold of emotion,
This isn’t really living,
Just a state of observation,
While the world blurs by,
In the center, watching the rain coming down,
Around me,
Tasteless, my nerves never were enabled,
I’ve been waiting for a moment to meet me,
Standing in this place, static in the sand,
I should bid riddance to this invisible force,
That’s suppressing the essence of me,

Could you lend me your sanity,
To fix these jagged holes,
I’ve left them unkempt for too long.

This is not okay,
it’s impossible to unravel,
What’s keeping me glued to the ground,
I can’t move,
Something is pressing me down,
I feel air escaping,
Out of my lungs,
On strike from life,
a much needed hiatus,
please pick me up,
unfold this heap of me,
I can’t break out,

With these tears may a garden grow,
Lighten my load,
Line life with a pretty row,
And with an ambient sound,

Lost my luster,
Giving into your oppression,
Now I’m sick with regret,
A case unkind,
Too many wrongs you have to right,
I’ll make it work
Against your will,

I applaud your assault,
Look at how it flattened me,
Was that the idea?
I started off so strong,
You should have realized,
I am made of diffidence,
Bared by your reticence,

This solemn strain that I have gained,
Loosens knots that I fought to keep tied.