Just Dream

I can't sleep.

No more.

I am like lost,

in a tornado,

of dark toughts.

I can't see,

nor breathe.

I'm watching over,

over me.

I want to sit,

and dream,

oh, just dream.

Living, no more,

like a dark soul,

abandoned from all,

waiting just for a new light,

like a next sunrise,

or something new,

to live for.

To live for,

Or to not live at all,

just sit and stay,

in this lost middle ground,

happy for the sunsets,

but even more,

for the sunrise that will come.

The sunrise of mine,

waiting what,

I don't know.