I crave, I envy

Observation

My breath is warm on my lips as I sigh and exhale

My tired eyes gaze at the trees

The slight wind teases the branches as they sway

My weary eyes look down upon my arms

I trace the purple-like blue veins on my wrist

I take in the softness of my skin

This is a familiar place

One I visit almost everyday

I ponder the future, attempt to stay in the present..

And cringe at the past, while envying my childhood again

I do not know where to go

Frankly, in reality, I should not care

My breath is cold on my lips as I choke and inhale

My glazed eyes crave the life of a tree

The wind moves my hair as it would my branches

My blurry eyes cannot see anything

There would be no need to

I would only focus on the sense of touch

This is a dreadful struggle

One I visit numerous times each day

Sometimes I wish the I could null and void myself

Sometimes I wish I had never existed

I know where I would like to be

Beneath your wing my darling, for eternity.

Reviews

[Richard]

I really really like this
it's very imaginative and present and really good

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you so much for the review. :)

[Siegfried]

Fascinating, heartfelt journey through the mind of the writer. Nice final line that presents that great, final desire.

Well done.

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you kindly.