I wrote this poem a while ago.
Hear more on not,
I am weak,
can simply no longer the case.
I fall,
I find no support,
beating,
lying motionless on the floor.
I look at the ceiling,
gazing through,
drifting down,
in dreams.
Dreams, so beautiful,
beautifully Sun,
Oh they were true,
it would be so nice.
I close my eyes,
they do not want to open more,
let them,
forever.
Darkness enveloped me,
I have no fear,
because it is already long gone.