Social Media tells me to say I ‘languish’,
‘blah’ was the word for feeling down,
Yes, I do admit toxic anxiety, anguish,
my brain cells mutating from birth till now.
This spiralling infliction.
Yet in the end,
the mind can but falter,
lose its grasp on reality,
Blah! No, not languish, fitful repose
I must sleep, not compose….
Why can’t I just close my eyes,
in this present eerie stillness…..?
Uncertain Life, Sudden Death
Permeates this toxic air we breathe,
I know not for whom the bells will toll
in the roll of dice –
Today or tomorrow, known or unknown,
We are all praying hard these days.