The Tipping Point!

The tipping point to rise again from the fall

The chaos that girdles my soul,
has no remorse what so ever.
I keep trying to swim through,
but find myself stuck deep in.

I wish the days are gone,
the dark swirling stars that don't shine no more,
the melancholic pale moon that smile no more,
the mellifluous river that sings no more,
the gray sky that shines no more.

The heyday that was once not a dream,
has become a long distant shooting star
that grants my wish no more.

Monsters inside my head,
screaming out louder than my conscience,
overwhelming my sense of virtue.

People say I am coherent no more,
leave my footprint in the hearts no more,
able to think straight no more,
and successful no more.

Unwavering voice inside my head
keeps pushing me hard saying,
give up no more,
be trapped no more,
fall to the ground no more.

I slowly rise on my feet.
Savoring the disappointment in the faces,
as I rose with distinct attitude
to just win over again and again.
I am quitting no more.