Running on empty

Barely on the radar,
Ran out of fuel.
The tanks empty,
In a life that's too cruel.

The hamster wheel,
In perpetual motion.
Yet in another matrix,
Mind's confused commotion.

Detached from its host,
That's falling apart.
Creaking and groaning,
And aching of heart.

Yet numbness comes often,
Devoid of feelings of home.
If I tried to scream,
I'd barely manage a moan.

Not a blip on the landscape,
But stretching on for miles.
Bodily erosion,
Erasure of smiles.

One foot after another,
Days blur into one.
All sense of purpose,
Tragically seems gone.

But oh there's hope,
Another vision ahead.
A different story,
When I'm gone and dead.

So breathe and exhale,
Keep your eyes on the prize.
This life's just a moment,
And God hears your cries.