Struggling and suffering,
trying to stay afloat.
Lying on my bed,
wishing I was on a boat,
stranded in the middle of the ocean
with the waves carrying my soulless soul,
deep down to the ground, into my final resting hole.
Seething with the mundane everyday,
adding to the wallowing misery at bay.
Facing the mirror,
obsolete, and full of demise and joy,
I prance around like a lunatic
waving to death,
who’s reluctant and coy.
‘Should I save him, or should I not’
‘Should I save him, or should I not’
…