The Will To Live

The Will To Live There is a perilous thought in mind, The desire to go on is gone, The need to be needed, dissipates Past the wasteland of this empty existence lies a baron field of clay Clay that was once rich soil, Soil that breathed life into green grass, grass that bloomed fragrant flowers, Flowers that swayed in gentle, cooling breezes, The breezes are now violent Sandy windstorms blow the decay of burning anger and echoes of lies that grow larger and louder with time Why keep trying to make them understand ? Why keep trying to convince, only you There's no reason to dwell in the past, but from the past we build strength and action The past can destroy hope for the future if clung too tightly to We try to let go, but cannot by letting go, there is an emptiness in the soul that can never be filled What a mortal conflict Will it ever end ?