In the throes of my sleep and my labor
Wonder not why but how shall I ever
Dance to a different melody
Whence one did just fine not too long ago
It’s well bitter now even on days like today
Days that are meant to be celebrated
In a grand splendor of a joyous occasion
Like when one wins a sporting event
I always wanted to practice fencing
Just so I could say touché
But now it tickles my fancy
To say it when it’s not meant to be said
My life feels like a purgatory
I feel like im in a state of suspense
I trust that if I ever have my fate decided
That at least it’s in the best interests of my friends
Of which I have none
Ha ha touché
Perhaps a toast to my only comrades then
To letters and words!
My little soldiers that carry my thoughts
Through the trenches and chambers
Of banal existence
Oh how I wish when I die
To slumber deep and smiling
Even wasted on the capslock
MANIC AND DEPRESSED
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