I am in a nation of frustration,
My brain pulsating,
My muscles, tendons, bones aching.
Teeth, Jaw, Nerves grating.
I can't stop this losing streak,
When each and every loss every week
I grow weaker and more meek,
And cannot find the release I seek.
Tumbling further on this downward spiral,
A vicious cycle, this sickness is viral.
The anger rising in me is primal,
But conquered by sadness' revival.
Just let me lie here,
I don't want to think anymore.
I've been alone for days.
I'm done with all of this.
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