Who would have ever thought
This lost feeling in my head
Would become more then is needed
To feel dejected.
Rejected and neglected
Just boarders to the apathetic numb.
Dispirited distaste follows the distraught
My mind made up but with no seems wrought.
Tails and trails of thoughts drift by
Sadness and unfeeling close behind.
Fear of the final
The final scene has it begun?
The final seed
Left untrimmed and uncut
The last cloud
Dissipating and dissolving
No meaning left
No reason to grow
No reason to fly
Just a reason to be gone and die.