Delirium

Woke up with an overwhelming melancholia;

Soaked in an endangering thought,

Of losing my sense of being,

Tough choices are drowning the self,

A state of helplessness;

With all relations going awry

Today seems to be in a quandary;

Quite oft, I feel the need to wake up no more,

With piles of blank sheets; to be filled with wails

Cry Cry Cry

And fill my sockets with delirium..

Woes

Getting lost has always been a fantasy

Now years after,

At this juncture,

Where obvious aim seems discolored,

With mind and soul leading nowhere,

Ambitions seem inconclusive

Toil Toil Toil...

Seems to be the only words ringing deep inside

But for how long,

Quite unsure of that

Anxiety, fits and bouts of emotions,

All have submerged the self

There is nothing much to do here,

The fallen man knows

Nobody cares,

After all

Its about a life worth few pennies.