As I'm numb
my heart beats swiftly
I stiftle a hallow big folks don't cry they say
I recently excel in zilch but fabricating ecstaticy
Irrefutable fact is my soul is not at ease
The war persists between what I know and how I feel
Will truce ever be there? I mutely inquired
Seemingly my bliss will be retrieved when pigs fly
My bliss vanished into thin within a blink of an eye that was unforeseen
Relinquishing seems to be an option
Is my mind leading me astray? I yearn words of wisdom a stumble may prevent a fall
An ant may as well destroy a dam
lemme shut eye as the best advice is found on the pillow

I seldomly shut eye
I frequently overthink and dig my grave with my own fork and knife
I comprise scads of questions than answers and that torments my soul
I...