My Ceiling

Everyday I am feeling,
much more unappealing,
Love always to be fleeting,
like a hearts last beating.
On the floor I am kneeling,
for some faith healing,
A simple "Hello" greeting,
would be more completing,
Everyone seems so unfeeling,
it's my life they are stealing,
My health depleting,
and brilliant mind retreating,
I am no longer dealing,
with my life's unreeling,
my love I am repealing,
and my heart I am now concealing.