Running Out Of Wax Poem by Paul Christopher Robertson

I never wanted much
But they still stole my dreams away
I wandered through emptiness
And flirted with pain
Now forgive my cliché
But every day is the same
Well you don’t seem to care
So should I pay and be on my way
I would but I’ve become quite attached
To my soul and no would want it anyway
So I gave it to faith
And now I’m wondering again
I know I shouldn’t but existence
Is really starting to get to me
How can I be but how could I not
And what is pain without with reason
It’s got a hold on me
What’s life when you wish you were dead
And can you tell me what is time
When I’ve already begun further more
I fall down and cursed my days
I screamed but no one ever heard me call out
I would try but I know I would only try again
I’ve tread earth since the day of my birth
And I still haven’t learnt how to write
What I’m trying to say
Life has become so very strange
It’s such a ragged mess
And I really don’t know how to describe
How it is to feel dead inside
Forced to live within your mind
But don’t feel uncomfortable
I’m not about to cry
Although it’s not as if I haven’t tried
I just couldn’t find the ounce of hope left inside
There isn’t enough life left to wet my eyes
I’m running out of wax tonight
Could this be my night
I hope beyond believe
Oh please God take me away tonight
I’m never going to be like before
Because this is my before