I think not. The blur of my emotional state is mind rot; it seems to be all I got.
Wanted to write a ‘happy’ poem. Haven’t in a while; happy today, just ain’t my style.
Wish I had some joyful news. Wrath is all I can see. It’s not my fault…, The news is on TV.
Sometimes Life just sucks. Period. End of story. One could try; trust me, it always ends gory.
The world is a shit storm. Haven’t seen clear skies in so long! So what the hell is wrong?
EVERYTHING. Nothing. Something.
Maybe I need Jesus. Or Satan. Or Santa Claus. I’ll settle with anyone whom can help.
God left it up to me. CURSE YOU SELF WILL! So why do I pray still?
Hope. Faith. These pills are hard to swallow. They haunt me. Plaque me. I want to wallow.
My will is too great. That’s the worst part; I have quite a big heart ♥
There is always someone that has it worse. I should be blesses! So why does it feel a curse?
That’s the irony of it all. My heart is so big; my mind’s growing small.
Literally. I have brain atrophy. My IQ will never be as it once was and that’s okay because….
I love that virus called the human race. As long as there is love I have a place.
As long as you give me a smile; I’ll stick around for a while.
I have hope. I have faith. They are mine and I won’t let go.
My heart pumps strong;though my mind goes slow.
Love thy neighbor. Be the best you can be!
What gives me hope is humanity.
So come, my friends, join the party.
I promise, fellow man, you won’t be sorry!
I won’t give in as long as others sing my song.
Peace and love Laurelin