Wishes

I wish what I wished before but harder With greater passion and conviction throwing my soul into the black abyss Its not just wishes now it’s a hope, dream, a religion I want it so bad I can taste it. Grasping for it as a mere paper scrap caught in the mighty eye of a tornado trying to escape, desperately. Knuckle’s turning white from holding on Knees becoming shaky and weak Fatigue creeps in like Alzheimer’s on a fresh brain Tears pour from these eyes profusely, slowly but surely drowning me I gasp for air in a vacuum. I am surrounded, I am confused, I am dying.