A drift through a dark land

At day I dream of sleep. At night I dream of tomorrow. My thoughts are made of a cage. Of my own design, it makes me break. Will tomorrow be better. Or will it taste as bitter.

My hope is like a fish that longs to fly. To feel the wind on its scales and what it means to cry. It is like a bird that has lost its way. Far from the flock, always at bay.

These trials of the world can be cruel on a soul. Yet here I am, among hearts made of coal. I long to disconnect, to live and to breathe. To free myself from shackles of belief.

Yet here I am doing it all over again. Yet here I am fading a little more to pain.

Edit: Sorry, Idk how to jump lines on this, so I added dots instead