drowning....
with little embers of hope
disillusioned
maybe the gods, forgot existence of a soul
choking in own breath
strangling in the noose of own thoughts
wallowing
in unfathomable fear of unknown
untold future with no blueprints
drowning...
in a storm of own
unprecedented tussle of thoughts
between fear and uncertainty
maybe the worst we become
is unrepairable wreck
© Martin Mbugua