Tired

Drained
My patience is clinging onto hopeful wonders
Closely sealed adhesive-tight
To the illusive mindset saying that ...
It will get better

Fatigued
From keeping pace with the hour glass
Watching aimlessly as time streams by
Cascading more flawlessly than my tears
Pooling into pregnant waste

Wasted time




Tired
The emotions felt still lingers in the atmosphere
Forbidding to evacuate with the stream
Branding me further with the reminder that
Better times are still buffering

As the pits swelled ever so hastily
The streams current fluctuating
Emptiness remains consistent on the flip side
Loyal to the pending doom that...



It may never get better




Suspense will always work overtime
Pleased by the results of leaving me feeling
Static
Beyond charged for my faults being that...

I will always have hope
Period