Envisioning my crippling disinterest in continuing.
A thickening dome closing in.
Piffling motives made, making paranoia pursue.
It's importance is fathomed,
Yet here we are.
Motivation is a lackluster,
No reason for achieving goals
When all are
For no
Reason.
Remembrance fades,
I can't change.
Not many can see,
My life slowly recede.
All calls for help are useless,
Because they make me, them.
Now I feel stuck, confined by super glue.
All passersby can't do anything,
While I stand here exposed.
Corruption is taking over.
Writing helps for a time.

I'm sorry

© Ascending