Rest

-Come to me all those who are weary and I shall give you rest -

Who will give me rest.
Lay me to rest.
I lay myself to rest.

Sinking Barely Afloat

It seems the days go by harder and harder - day by day. It seems a struggle.
Underlying currents pulling under slowly overpowering; barely keeping afloat.
All the strength and courage mustered; the blood, the sweat and the tears.
The cries inside unheard.
Imploding.

Breathless.
Helpless.
Yet the struggle continues.

Feels like stuck in a moment.
Many moments.

Too many questions.
Too many unanswered.

Why the questions?
Why the need and the search?

Inadequacy?
Affirmation?

Barely afloat.
Meaningless mundane routine.
Let it sink.

Blind

I can see I can see I'm going blind
-Korn-