Lamentations
My Spirit is beaten. I don’t want to dance anymore. I don’t want to sing. I don’t want to look up at anyone. I don’t want to look down on anyone. I’ve always been here, my body limp and dead. Not even the predators want to eat me. I’m still alive, I just don’t know when’s the right time to move. When she came I felt safe and protected, And went under her care. I walked alongside her… But then I got lost trying to find my way out without her. And now I’m laid bare. I could wait again, playing dead until I find the right time to move. But my spirit has decayed and now it says it doesn’t care if I survive. My body needs to move again, but my spirit doesn't easily lend to that. To move, jump into the void, and reap all of its benefits and consequences. Something I fear, something I hate, something I love, something ... what is it that I am missing? Unless this is all there is, and my spirit is truly death itself: not letting in any light from others, nor offering respite to anyo...