Life is one messed up ting

I've Given Up I’ve given up on chasing stars, On mending scars with broken jars. The weight of dreams too far to reach, Has stolen words I used to preach. I’ve given up on morning light, On battles waged in endless night. The fires once burned in my chest, Now smolder, silent, laid to rest. I’ve given up on hope’s cruel song, A melody that played too long. Its promises, a fleeting breeze, That left me kneeling, weak, diseased. I’ve given up on looking back, On counting footprints in the track. Each step a burden, heavy, gray, That led me further, led astray. But even here, within this fall, Where shadows rise and silence calls, A whisper stirs, a breath remains— Perhaps I've given up on pain. For in the ashes, cold and still, A seed might sprout, defy the will. Though I’ve surrendered, broken through, It seems the world won’t give up too. @~rhazacq.