Waiting to come to life.

Just some ramblings born of depressions icy merciless grip.

I am waiting to come to life,

Been looking so long through these cold eyes,

Lost and empty inside, 

Nothing but a single part of a broken whole,

Adrift floating along without a soul.

No fire inside not even an ember or a small coal.

Flames long since gone out.

Waiting for something to cause a stir in me

Waiting still for salvation to rain down upon me.

Hope but a whisper, a still small voice, a light I can't see.

Floating on the currents from river now to endless sea.

Just waiting for something to come upon the horizon in front of me.

Wordless whispers spilling nothing from me,

Mind to foggy to form a thought to rescue me from my own perpetual monotony.

Time passes by,just flickers before my tired eyes,

Silence filled with nothing but an endless empty wondering of why.

Devoid of movement barely alive, kept so by those dearest, and ever by my side. 

No more shame, no more room inside left for any emotion to hide.

I've long since been waiting for something, someone, anything to make me whole, to make me come to life.