I consist
of consciousness – that’s it
A sorry life, excuses flow profusely
Despair dares to pursue me
Seeks me incessantly
Looks under the bed, in the closet
in the most secluded chambers of my mind, hiding silently
Found frequently, maimed more
Compelled to purchase pain in store
Takes me like the tide
Fingers clawing at the sand…
Mundane Monday. Clock ticks lethargically.
Look outside and see a snapshot of laboring.
Anguished face angled back. Sobbing silently.
A bathroom light illuminates a spirit caged.
Stepping back into the world wholly collected.
Toiling away in a cycle unbeatable, unstoppable.
Wearing self-destruction.
Timer reads: ??/??/????
Manic depressive
Either wholly uninterested or ultra-obsessive
What is the reason?
Swing like a pendulum, change like the seasons
New dispositions
Not my decisions, apart from volition
Antidepressants?
Quite useful for intensifying dejection
Preparing to make a positive remark
Embarking on a change in disposition
Waves hit the ship with the impact of 606 charging bison
Seems to always occur before the transition to optimistic
Tsk tsk…
Woe is me, my name is Woe
Woe was my Mother, when Woe was born
Nostalgia dissipating,
Forgetting feelings, fail to recall them
“Mom help! They’re dissolving” 😦
Currently not forming memories 2 be nostalgic about tomorrow
Hey, I noticed you on the bench by yourself,
Want 2 borrow some sorrow?
