It's in my bones, my heart, my soul
it's infecting my mind and my body
like a sickness that won't shift
I'm tired, I'm bored -
what's the point?
This sickness has enveloped me
my body aches, my heart is tired
the air is stale and strong
love lost is but a distant memory
did it ever really exist?
What took me so far from home
the Land of Sun and Sea
what parted me from friends
the ones who made me laugh the most
the ones who understood.
Moments pass like oozing time
my chest is tight, my airways dry
I can't breath the cold air
There's dull ache, throbbing
When will it go away?
I don't want to be boring anymore.
(C) 2013 Meisha Lowe