Thought Patterns of the Hopeless

Hopeless
Sums it up quite nicely,
A gentle, exasperated
Breath of stale air
Which indifferently -
Kills me more.

Each breath burns me worse,
But for some reason
Another comes.
As if I can't forget
To remember to inhale
The woes of a world
And exhale -
Exhale all hope
Of reconciliation.

Falling face first
Into failure,
My chest collapses
Into the blissful folds
Of the velvet amber glow.

Feelings removed,
Silence restored
from voices ignored,
I ponder,
Stumble -
Through my thoughts.
My worries and burdens,
Forgotten.

I am not running from my problems,
I am hiding them.
Perhaps, forever.
Once they lie in the shadows,
I can be at peace.
For a moment...