Literature
No Chance
I feel nothing inside,
For I have grown numb.
I have lost your touch,
Been stripped of your embrace.
I look for any sign,
A mere glimpse of hope.
Caught between life and death,
Brittle and about to break.
Where I once found comfort,
I am now left with despair.
Wanting to take flight,
With damaged wings.
I fall ever so quickly,
Smashing down below.
With a body so weak,
And a mind so brittle,
I never even stood a chance.