• My body feels heavy.
    I am dejected.
    Light-headed.
    I am hungry.
    I have too much work to do.
    What is going on?
    Everything’s imploding.
    A fever dream I can't shake.
    My soul’s in constant random motion
    Wandering the abyss
    Of brokenness.
    My whole world is imploding.
    I’m living in the moment
    Not having any plans.
    This self-depreciation
    Is worse than I suspected.
    I’m through feeling dejected.
    But can’t stop.
    What will make tomorrow?
    What will fill my sorrow?
    The hole’s been empty so long.
    I can’t remember what was in it.
    There’s no god to guide me.
    No fate to take its course.
    No guiding hand to sweep me
    Up into the sky
    When I am done.
    When I die.
    The poetry, the sadness.
    A human’s downright madness.
    To take the whole world on.
    And to lose.
    To lose.
    To sleep.
    To wake.
    To put off till tomorrow.
    To do—tomorrow.
    To be—tomorrow.
    To die today
    And never.
    Ever.
    Live.