Welcome to Gaia! ::

colorless tile stretches an eternity across the floor
white washed walls as blank as my vacant mind
a handful of people spread out across this room
all here for some reason or another
all as boring and monotone as the room itself
there is a painting of a small child holding a flower on the far wall
it brings life to a room full of dying souls
all of us. waiting for nothing

waiting on a moment that will make it worth it
when we can finally look back upon all of our hardships
all of our battles, victories or otherwise
and say, i'm glad i fought, because now i am here, and i am happy
we all search in vain for that rapture, in some way or another
but i find doubt where i should be finding salvation

i cannot believe that there will ever be a time when i am truly at peace
a single moment that will justify all of thought, all of my sins
there is no instance when this eternal weight will free itself from my shoulders
there is no end to the that war rages on within me
every waking hour, every sleepless night
and there are millions searching just like me
hoping and dreaming and praying

we all breathe the same air
we all set the same goals
we all meet the same end
but we still breathe in, breathe out, and breathe in again
every inhalation bringing oxygen to our greedy cells
sucking away at the greatest addiction
sucking away at this feeble, fickle world
till it finally disappears
maybe that is the moment for which we seek

This poem was really well done and conveys a lot.

I really shouldn't read this sort of poetry before bedtime.