When Someone Just Has Given Up

The spirit that cares no longer, Has yielded for change. Without mind nor soul It seizes to remain the same. To rectify the times of the precedent: Would amend its existence. It’s a parrot’s broken limb, Useless in till cured. While the Parrot adapts to the break For it will eventually heal: The spirit, Is left alone once more. The misty figure, Wanders lonesomely Whilst longing for closure. Constantly hiding the fact, That it desires comfort When its world is closing in. Quit your whining and don’t give Up. In till your last breath is taken Alive not dead for its to late to Come back to try again.