A Dying Spirit

No feelings , no emotions, no desires, no passion in life.
It has no identity, its become so numb
It wants neither to live nor to die
This spirit is stuck in an eternal mire

Each dawn and each night is a desperate fight
neither brings it relief nor respite
Each dawn full of light and hope
makes the spirit aware of an existence it loathes
It seeks the solace of the night
to drown itself in a peaceful slumber, to forget all its plight.

But as in its wake so in its sleep
It lays there writhing in pain deep
until all its nightmares become inescapable and so real
and in this stupor it faces all its demons & triumphs in victory unreal
But it is this victory which brings it hope,
a thread , a dream to hang on to life,
the dying spirit shall yet survive!