Bodies

There is nothing to do. I just stare at the wall. Nothing is ever satisfying. I don't feel better. I have conversations through closed doors. I stare and I do not see. I don't try. I have to remind myself to blink, and to breathe. I leave, but I don't go anywhere. I wander but I don't search. I have no purpose.

How wasteful.

Someone with a purpose could have had this body. Someone who would fight. Someone who would change lives. Someone who would not only search but find, not only see but understand. Someone who would never let the door close in the first place. Someone who would feel better. Someone who wouldn't forget to breathe or blink.

Someone who would try.

Someone with a purpose.

But instead, I got this body. 

And now I'm wasting it.

-Beaskie