With glimmering hope.

Life has gone on,
With this declining hope.
Day by day by day,
Trudging along.
Enthusiasm lost,
Humor destroyed.
It's all been serious,
Exhaustingly overwhelming.
Looking back on the past,
Anticipating the future.
Roaming through the present,
With no mind of what to do.
But life went on,
And things draw to an end.
Realization sinks in.
Almost there.
Looking at accomplishments,
Through this troubling time.
There's a glimmering hope,
That things will be fine.
So keep trudging on,
Towards this new idea.
The splendid thought,
That the past is so distraught:
That things will improve
That life will progress.
So keep trudging on.
With this new glimmering hope.

Flowing throughout.

This present anxiety,
Like nails on a chalkboard.
The screeching sound,
A terrible product of friction.
Nervous habits,
Nervous laughter.
Laughing
When logic screams solemn.

This gnawing anxiety,

Shaking all over.
Unsure of what to do,
Unsure of what to say.
Thoughts
Flowing like water,
Into a bottomless chasm.
Rubbing away,
Creating a schism.
This throbbing anxiety,
Blacking out thoughts.
Scared to reply,
Scared to ignore.
This wicked anxiety,
Consuming it's prey.

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath, and let it all out.
The smoke curls around my nose, repungent and vile.
Sleepless and drained, I lay in pieces.
My heart still loves, but I couldn't keep up.
I do not hate or feel regret.
I say the truth and that's it.
So I lay here, moving day by day.
There is a slight relief, knowing I won't be torn anymore.
When you hit the bottom, there's that one comfort.
So I lay here, moving day by day.
Unwilling to hate or feel any more anger.
I just sit here and wait, for the pieces to pick up.
Fear is a strange thing.
It eats away and makes us angry.
Bad things said, bad things done.
When you just wanted to help, the hurt goes deeper.
So I lay here, with the filthy smoke curling around my nose.
With no hate or resentment.
Just calm defeat.