Dungeon

You sit in your dungeon-
As if it's a throne.
While we all slave away.

Half Empty Glass

You're told to stand tall and keep fighting.
You're told to stay strong.
You're told everything will be okay.
But what do you do when there is no fight left?
What do you do when you feel powerless and weak?
What do you do when nothing feels okay?

Vigilance

Is it real- the feelings,
Everyday they linger about,
Like the sweet torment it is,
You're vigilant,
I'm not-
I flooded the gates and tore every wall down.
Now-
I'm left trying to rebuild-
To be vigilant.