circling the drain of dreams
dried up, curled in, a dead fly in a frozen scream
my fears for the future are circling the drain, swimming
against a sea of troubles threatening to drown me.
was this the future I was told to hope towards?
Staring into a void and waiting for the void to see me
waiting for a dead dried dream to reanimate?
the hope may kill me, and the waiting certainly will;
even if I am one of the lucky ones, I'll never be lucky enough
to circumvent the chaos altogether. Exhaustion consumes
my waking hours, as I no longer dare to dream.
Not any longer a student, a child, a wandering soul
I wait for my purpose, for now still untold
I wait and wait for my life's story to unfold.
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and then Add to home screen.