I Wish.

A deafening scream soars, screeching through the silent night.
Is it heard? Is it sought? Does it bring relief?

Lights echo as my mind dances a waltz.
Am I sick? Am I mad? Will I ever keep comfort?

My flesh bleeds not of red blood, but sweat and tears.
Torment and humiliation haunt my dreams as I drift off to silent slumber.

Why the need to drive when there will always be a burn this way?
If there is no drive evidently there is no want.

Is there a reachable balance that can be obtained before death?
Or, is another part of life's journey finding that balance?

I realize that nothing will always be perfect.

I just wish light or lack of light, I can be the same.
I wish I don't keep losing momentum.
I wish I could just sit down and finish what needs to be done.
I wish I was done.
I wish I could move on.
I wish to be a child again.
I wish to have my own home and my own family.
I wish to just live.

I wish for life to be seen in my eyes again.
I wish for music to run through my veins.
I wish I had the option to say good-bye less often.
I wish for love to embrace me.
I wish.

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