To each his own
Hopes none, lives many Stars fallen, on the ground beneath Buried souls, inside the cold Breathing, yet dead in the living. Dawn’s coming, but the light unseen Dark clouds, over the stormy sea Crashing waves, dragging underneath Sinking sand, going in deep. Wailing voices, in deaf ears Reaching out, unnoticed tears “No time, can’t be there for you On your own, I have mine too.”