Dream

This depression cradles me while it sings a sullen lullaby. Darkness fills the sky and the moon releases a luminous warmth. My thoughts are sacred while I withdrawal myself from reality.
The truth has sunk in, leaving me emotionless and without words. A woman of my age should not have to settle in misery or invite un-welcomed company into their home. My private domain is much like a boxed cell with windows, metal bars and a cold cement floor. It is not a permanent residence or home-sweet-home. It is a rented shelter for an unknown period of time. I dwell in this place, day to day and night by night. I'm strong because I have to be, and my only source of strength is determination. Although this world has brought me down, I refuse to stay down. For some estranged reason, I can't find it in myself tonight to be invincibly bullet-proof. I am hurting and my past is seeking through the cracks of my mind. How did I end up here? Why did I end up here? It doesn't make sense and it isn't fair. all the plans I once made are beyond, 'long-over-due.' Everything has taken a tremendous toll on me. I almost feel sick and weak. Crawling seems to be the better alternative to walking, at least for the moment. My soul is dehydrated from lack of nourishment. I am going to close my eyes and attempt to sleep. Once I am in a deep slumber then I can falsely predict my destiny. This is better known as, "dream."