Emotions

A muted echo in the bone, A world I cannot call my own. The breath I take a heavy toll, A restless sprit, losing soul. Not darkness craved Nor fading light. Just weary limbs, That cannot fight. The endless climb, The endless fall. I yearn for nothing, Least of all. This constant thrum, This hollow ache. To break the shell, For goodness’ sake. But fear still binds, A heavy chain. To simply cease, And know no pain.