Fallen

So bitter is this rotting taste

As acidic as my tongue

The thrills stopped a few days ago

Life ceased to be much fun

 

I’m hurting more than me with this

I cut you with my scorn

My hate extends beyond myself

It’s happiness I mourn

 

A change of pace, of scenery

Will distract me for a time

Then down the hole I’ll fall again

Once more I’ll have to climb

 

My strength is waning rapidly

My motivation has run dry

Death would be such sweet relief

My wings no longer fly

 

Numbness seemed like such defeat

Now I long for its embrace

With boredom comes a kind of peace

A steady, stable pace

 

Written August 19, 2016

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