Acceptance

When your life's vitality slowly dims away,
There is surprisingly nothing left for itself to cling onto.
The very essence of your soul just slips away,
Leaving you with an immense amount of waiting on your hands.

(A waiting that screams in silence.)

And what is most unfortunate,
Despite the emptiness you feel inside,
You yet somehow manage to cling onto dear life.
Even if the suffocation stifles everything in
reach.

Because what it all comes down to is,
There is little room left for anything else,
Then the acceptance of your unaccommodating depression.
And the pondering of just how the hell,
It all got so bad in the first place.

(As my silence waits for me to scream. )