there's a life
I dream of leading
when I'm here:
body on the brink of broken,
spirit shaken,
mind unable to create,
one throbbing ache
an open pain
I bleed for everyone,
so they won't bleed themselves -
the thought of helping
a small salve on the wounds -
I see this dream clearly,
as I see the light in your eyes,
I want to go there,
I want to take you,
but I am spent,
lacking the energy to chase dreams,
for now,
I'll save a thought
for hope;
one day soon
I'll chase down the moon
