When you don't have it,
When you can't have it
It's scares you like you're nothing
It bests you and jests you
Until you heave with the effort
Makes you weak
Tests your peak
Until you've fallen with the tiredness
Having nothing but retirement
From the force of life.
It's a ballon, a bafoon
Made entirely in your lungs
Forcing you to stay
In just one position and sway
Lose strength to stay.
Light, yet heavy
In every inner crook and cranny
Short, yet tall
Fallen-in, fallen all
Until the breath comes back
This time to cherish it.
Rotating emotions rolling on a wagon
Should I make this world into a full blown dragon?
Darkness comes with inspiration
It's the light I'm forcing to have
Rather that I'm forcing the shed
To bend unnaturally.
Ricocheting sleep tactfully.
Have we ever had a straight wall?
Have we imagined in vertigo fall?
Silverfish crawls the unseen spaces,
Perhaps those books that I should breathe in
Help will come from unknown places
Conjuring cats to calm the faces
Sleep lets me rest.
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