I Am Struggling To Keep Myself Together

There is so much to do but I am weak and fragile. Lost to the winds of old, my strength is. Seeking tirelessly to find an anchor to call home. An anchor I cannot reach or even see. With time caring not for me but its own, I desperately grapple with the forces of my will to be in equilibrium. I'm constantly drowning in an ocean of pitch loneliness. Where beneath the depths of its treacherous monopoly, my logic and emotions are in an endless battle. No side seemingly has the upper hand; a survival of the fittest. Thoughts begin to echo themselves in the courthouse of my mind. Questions rise like dictators, silencing any utterance of primitive notions. As the clock continues to tick, the singing of silence becomes deafening, my eardrum begins to ache. Love who should be my love looks me in the eye then looks away never to look upon me again. My wounds so viciously carved, were but enjoyment for this unrequited love. Knowing that my essence was for naught and never needed, I spiral evermore into this agonizing oblivion. Cast aside like trash I will always be. Never to be seen or recognized by even the sight of the nature. If there were one, just one, all this would be worth it. I guess I was meant to be the one who must accept all that is against me. Forever time will move on, but frozen I will remain, without the drop of care ever reaching to my aid.