Crying myself to sleep
my mind wanders to her
and I realize that love
is restricted from a great person
Food and depression
is all that is left while
my sleepless nights
are spent on idle thoughts
The candle that burned
and kept hope alive
has been smothered
and not even the smoke remains
Surrounded by material things
where each means less than the last
only the shadows and long idle talks
are there to bring me comfort
The wind blows
and with it
travels my hope
gone away never to return
A complete waste
if so then why
must i continue
to suffer by living
Jason Reid
