skdrawsandwrites

Days blend into nights, weeks into months, months into years, and still, I feel as if I'm treading water, just trying to stay afloat. Every day seems dreary, a repeat of the one before, filled with an unending cycle of challenges and setbacks. To be continuously exploited, leaves me questioning my path and purpose. In the quiet moments of introspection, I find myself lost amidst a sea of aims and goals. Each one a beacon of hope and ambition, yet even the simple act of breathing feels overwhelmingly burdensome. The weight of my aspirations presses heavily upon my chest, and I wonder how I am supposed to pursue all that I have dreamed of. How much more pain must I endure before I see the fruits of my labor ? Is there an end to this relentless struggle ? There is light at the end of the tunnel, yet, in this very moment I long for a reprieve, a moment of peace where I can breathe freely. The days I lose to this struggle feel like a lifetime slipping away, each one a missed opportunity...

In the quiet of the night, I long for rest, A dreamless slumber, peaceful, blessed. But sleep eludes, a distant shore, A gift I yearn for, evermore. How nice it is to close my eyes, And drift away to serene skies. Pain and grief are my nightly guests, With lights ablaze every night, they steal my rest. On floors I lie, my heart feels torn, Each night a battle, each dawn reborn. Awakened often, sleep slips away, In the shadows of night, I endlessly sway. Excuses or not, the struggle is real, Who do I tell of the ache I feel? How do I break from this endless fight, To find the solace in the night? Yet, only in your presence, my soul finds peace, With you, the haunts cease. Yet, ..................