Seemingly Absurd

I want to wish upon a star and wish it all away

Angst turns into sorrow,

so much so it’s next to pain

Do the stars even listen anymore?

Or care?

Voices get lost in the darkness,

I just want to be ok

Please prove me wrong

In ernst,

begging for it

Fighting for life,

but not to live

survive

Is the answer to simply give up?

Perhaps sometimes

There is no magical hand pulling from the desperate void

Only an all engulfing blanket of darkness so heavy it’s even to breath

The force of infliction is the premise of it all,

without explanations

Wishing upon a star simply is not worth my time and most definitely not the effort

So I’ll remain buried alive in nothing,

yet crushed by everything

as if it matters

Comparison is inconsequential

as suffocation causes temporary interruptions,

sanity flees

Irrational thoughts take over then become actions

Actions that thwart efforts mistaken as good intentions

Turning to dread