Some days
I feel as desolate
As a martian landscape
And my mind becomes
A large island
Which harbors thoughts
That ignite a tsunami of emotions
Against which my resistance turns weak
And I most definitely sink
In those days
I contemplate the futility of my existence
And wish to fade away
With the following sunset
Cause my attempts to think optimistically
Makes me feel like a lunatic
Who's in a persistent state of denial
About a bitter and sad reality
Which renders a sense of calm and comfort
On days
Other than these