2020
1 min readJun 12, 2020
feeling the blues
looking above, nothing new
the ground where I stand
from my tears, is damped.
binging on stress
i’ve become obsessed
the end feels near
and there’s so much to fear.
to you, I’m rust
my soul, all crust
ambitions turned to dust
perfection, a battle lost.
tired of martyrdom
stupid overbearing intercom
my mind, a maelstrom
of violent thunderstorms.
