Forsaken Land

I'm falling again.
These wings gave out.
Wondering how I will get to the top of the mountain.
Sinking through sinking tongue is dead, where's the nearest fountain?

Will somebody please give me a hand? Get me out of this forsaken land.
I look at the rays in the sky, the bright light blinding my eyes. This thing is petrifying, don't trust an angel, they could be lying.
I used to pretend being someone I was not when I was a child. Now I look at the dreams and know that they are dead, rested in a bed of forget-me-nots.

I'm looking up, up, into the sun and asking myself "How in the world am I going to prevent this?."
I'm falling away into the night. The night turns dim, from light to grey and it seems like my hair is doing the same.

I must be going now,
I must vent this,
Can't comprehend it.
For the night is filled with fears until the first dawn and I feel like my journey will be painfully long.

So long My pal, until I see you again. I'll meet you on the moon and we can talk endlessly, effortlessly, 'till our souls find rest in the best of this world.

-- Elena S., 14