A sickening disease
Spreading on the daily, like fleas
Infecting with despondent dysphoria, grief, and sorrow
NO care for the next week, year, or even tomorrow
All of a sudden, metaphysical gallons of woe and suffering
Enter and consume your entire system
Makes your stomach, head, and very heart turn and ache
Cannot hear or see joy through the bleakness
So it's all you can do is to wait it out
People offer a hand, ask what's up, what's wrong,
But even you don't know what it's about
But you can't say that
So, you just smile instead,
On the inside, wishing you never had awoken from on top of your bed
But you just smile instead
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
