Finding

All things change.  Nothing seems relevant.  I'm finding reasons to quit. And the weights just sit there.  The more I breathe the more I realize. I'm not awake. The dissipated thrill. Where does this lead me...If not far from myself? I'm freezing....& I don't feel touched...I'm burning still... but desire has never left.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

I can't seem to interpret what I see in this piece, though I wish I could, I'm too frazzled right now.
Anyway, I like it. Well done. ^^

[Shaquana Adams]

I like how this poems straddles the options of life and death. So deep in sadness, but with a light of hope. Thanks for posting, I liked this. :)