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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