I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Struggling just to keep my head above water,
I fall in line with lambs for the slaughter.
Numbness, instead of blood
Runs through my veins,
I give up my ghost,
And let go of the reins.
As my soul drains
From my dull eyes,
I'm done now, I know, to no surprise,
I give up my future, my present and past,
I give up my ghost,
Euphoria at last.

Kelly.