I feel the desert wind balmy
soothing in my ear
sometimes howling
hear the distant cicadas
the flowing Brooke
the gurgling so vividly
smell the Prarie grass
my nostrils flaring where I am
Alone,  trapped,
somewhere far,
surrounded by people
so alone
the crushing sadness is hard to explain
the merrymaking of the world so loud
none can hear the sound of a heart breaking
notice the trace of a soul fadinh
I crave my vision
fly away to the paradise in my dreams
yet only nightmares plague
jarring dark unending
I live on
the same with the same melancholy
the same melodrama that's life
withering away wishing for a change
I ain't a fool only wishing
you see my efforts had been futile
I ran, chased after my dreams,
caught empty air, fell face first in the dirt
hope? my heart is so hollow
yet it might not be too barren
maybe it's not too late for the flora of joy
to begin to bud
maybe with seasons they will blossom
maybe spring will visit
maybe I won't wither away after all
a distant chickadee's call...
a resounding yes
nothing ever ends
there ought to be somewhere to begin after all is lost

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an : this poem born out of the profound crushing sadness, depression,  anxiety and other associated chronic issues like migraines insomnia, all this while chasing my dreams, not giving up while dealing with toxic people. if you are a daily sufferer likrme, I wish you peace and ease and sunshine. may dawn shall arise in your (our) lives soon