Why do I cry,

Why do I weep,

When its bad enough a sorrow,

Of having lost my sleep……..

Weighing all along is a weight in my chest,

As if it had vowed to rip me apart,

A tear drips down the dry eyes unnoticed,

I wait for the heaviness to somehow depart…………

I walk across her, many times a day,

Being the strong… the firm boy,

But the heart sits restless,

In some corner unknown,

Begging every time, for one last try………..

It would not stop begging, for it was never coached,

How to survive and live without the air,

But I trust time for the relief it could bring,

The final eternal sleep, if not the air………..

And so I lie sleepless, in my bed,

Waiting for the decision to be made,

Into grey night as I stare,

A thought repeats itself  again and again,

Will it be the sleep, or would it be the air………..