The Little Things In Life
The Little Things In Life
My chest is constricting and my air way seems tight.
My sight is getting dimmer and I feel like I’m losing this fight.
Weaker by the day, I’m slowly falling apart
Walking through the Sahara.
Stranded, in the dark.
Lost but wishing to not be found.
The silence is captivating.
There isn’t a sound.
Unable to feel the pain at this point,
I lay in the sand.
Looking at the stars with my sister holding my hand.
Closing my eyes I lay there and dream.
A feeling of serenity is filling the air,
As god begins to finally reach me.
He’s brushing my hair.
How cold I be so blind?
The world is filled with beautiful things,
I just need to set myself free to experience the dream.
If you only look at the bad in life,
It starts eating you alive.
In an attempt to survive,
You might lose yourself while getting high.
Feeling heavier than ever before,
Falling off balance and hitting the floor.
Wasting precious time trying to find the ground,
Getting so lost, you risk being unfound.
Looking at the moon made me write this.
Because I forgot to appreciate the little things in life I’m missing.
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