Used to have a zest for life

Was a thing I would strive?

With out it you die

I wonder why?

But slowly it has been drained

With a lot of pain

Like water down a plug

It has gone down

The shell has been hung

Out in the sun

To dry

Like a tie

Worn used

Discarded

For a new

Dark tranquility

To be used on a whim

For a human quip

Into the light

Delight

Discarded once again

The shell a little lighter

There are no more feelings

Emotions extremes

Of hope and despair

A heart so bare

When will this shell

Be dry enough

To fly above

On a gentle wind

To put this tortured mind