Desperation

The air smells of death,

As if something has died recently.

I can't tell if it's an animal,

Or the stench of my burning heart.

For I have lost the essence of life,

I can't remember the last time I watched the sunlight,

Or at least been out in the open,

I feel condemned inside these walls.

My gut tells me to fly away,

Wanting to feel the thrill,

That's the very thing that kept me alive.

For all I cared was the enjoyment,

What regular people don't care about?

Is the very thing I am desperate about.

It's hard to remember the last time,

I placed my feet on the grass,

The early morning dew,

The feeling of wilderness,

Everything seems nostalgic.

Be it be just a cloud or a bird,

Hovering around the sky.

Be it be a squirrel,

Climbing the tall dark acacia tree.

Or just the first droplet of rain,

I want to embrace it.

Like a kid on vacation,

Enjoying every part of his life.

Witnessing nature like never before,

Exploring the little moments throughout every door.

Wish I could be relentless,

Like a child of earth.

Spending all my time,

Doing what I do best.

Running and playing, no time to rest.

Fishing, singing, and enjoying the time,

Using up the fun to the last dime.

I wish it could come true,

For I still have hope.

May not my body be set free,

But my soul will rise above,

Flying through the eternal sky.

Just like a white-coloured dove.

Marching through the swamp

And into the open fields,

Just like a little boy, a

Wandering into the playfields.