[Funkduder]

Beautiful and dark. I like it. It reminded me of rain, at first, but I believe, now, that it is about the times and moments when the skies turn grey...

And the weight of the world is on your back
And your smile feels dead and blank
while you carry your life like a rucksack
marching towards the ocean in which the sails sank
below the point of no return
This place in which I yearn
Where only death lies in store
and where the wind can cry no more.

That is what I think of your poem. It is lovely. It is dark. It is kind to those accepting, instead of the greedy ones rejecting the fact that there time is up.