Seemingly . . .
Stress
Eats away at me
De-generatively.
Seemingly . . .
Thought returns,
Like a homing pigeon,
To the scene of its crime,
Continuously
Time after time.
Seemingly . . .
Feeling overwhelmed
By the Enormity
Of this struggle to
Survive
And the Will
To stay Alive.
Seemingly . . .
Arises the need to
Die;
Emotionally.
To what does one
Cling?
Hope has Nothing to
Bring.
Seemingly . . .
Depressed
Walking through this
Valley of Death
Enveloped by rock
In this Hard place to be.
Holy Shit,
Please don't call this
Reality!?
Seemingly . . .
Wanting to give up
The Ghost,
"Oh what's the use?"
Mothers Jarring Words
Reverberate once more.
Life
Has become just another
Empty Chore.
Hanging in there . . seemingly!
Seemingly . . .
The past
Haunts me
Constantly;
Life ostensibly in decay.
The future distant
Apparently Grey.
Simply Being,
I no longer
Know,
The Way
To go . .
Seemingly . . .
. . .1SeemingYogi2Many . . .
