Every morning and every night,
every time I look at that metal glass,
I see myself- slouched forward,
strained arms and tensed eyes.
Every walk gets harder, every step gets more tiring,
there is no drop of water,
that can quench the thirst of my throat,
quell the drought of in my bones.
Overwhelmed- yes I am,
over thinking- I always am,
are the doubts even true, to the context of the truth.
The princess had a pea,
and could never close her tired lids,
yet on the spotless floor,
I laid- looking at the moon and clouds.
Is it the monsters of in my head,
or the questions that answer themselves,
the days stretch for long, yet sleep never accounted for,
And people said- he bid her bye with a heavy heart,
she spend her life with a heavy heart,
but they never talk about the empty hearts,
that carry the weight of the world at hand.