Withering

Looking above,
Just to realize the significants
Every aspiration
Summons just enough courage
Pondering on the probabilities
Comatose from the drought of success
Running seems too slow
Crawling proves too difficult
See...want...now
Waited...fear...never
Too believe in he
Unable to believe me
What a life
Dysfunctional year
Capsized months
Strangling weeks
Torturing days
Depleted spirit
A crying soul
These are life and times
Of a withering vine
Depleted of hope
Cut from the field of dreams
Decomposing in the shadows of time