My disgust has carried down into
My stomach, which I can no longer bare.
I have no more faith
No respite to save my state.
My sleep is hopeless –
All dreams forgotten,
My appetite left long ago,
And all that’s left is bitter chalk
Lining the inside of all that’s spoke.
Tag: hopeless
Acceptance (day 903)
I am not the victim
Left hopeless in a pool of filth and inert shame
Wrong-doing receiver
Sad story and bitter ending
I am not the sufferer
Helplessly alone
Victim of circumstance
Aimless desires
I am not the casual
Random associations
Uninterestingly passive
Head down and walking
I am not the sober
Outcast
Big eyes and wide mouth
Annoyed
I am not yesterday
A lost wish
Crimson sunset
Or memories
I am acceptance