Melancholy 

How do I explain that I am tired of trying

That it took me too long to reach such…mediocrity

That I once had aspirations and promise

Before I became nothing, feel nothing – a foot soldier trudging through mud, sanity lost somewhere in the battlefield.

How do I explain that while our life is beautiful, a part of me is dying 

That I long to feel alive again

That it is not your fault 

That I need hope

And rest 

That I simply want to lie down

And watch the sky.