24 years

A Poem by Stanieldell

First time I've actually tried my hand at poetry.

I'm a living losing streak conscious to the contradictions I contemplate deaths addiction 12 hours wishing 12 hours dreaming with my eyes wide open transfixed on the destination but hating the journey contrived with what doesn't concern me but with every near miss I use a minute of wishing for a collision leaving me in a life loving position because nothing excites me like a hand shake from death but the deeper thought of his cold breath raises the hairs on the back of my neck what a hollow life I'm living I'm just another nervous wreck
Pushing the limits of my sanity passing moments make me a passing casualty but still blindly steering the vessel to the unknown but am I just hoping for a wind to take me home?
Fighting the good fight whatever that means because as it seams they'll happily stifle dreams an the imagination you and I use to create a better tomorrow but I can't handle the sorrow, can't handle the burden of being me anymore so I struggle with the final curtain because this travelling circus of emotion requires devotion requires what I cannot and refuse to give because this is life but I'm just too scared to live.