I'm lost
I'm depraved
I'm sleeping in my grave
breeding within is hate
foreboding my wits' state
waiting for quietus to be my fate
my vision has dimmed
yearning to glance color
my forsaken psyche falling to squalor
everyday I struggle
trying not to fiddle
and wherever I find trouble
once before my being was in bubble
thus these verses I scribble
as my endeavors wobble.
© rajat666