Saturday, May 18, 2013

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..

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