#fatalism
The rain clouds are dragged over by invisible winds
A storm. Raging, strong. Unstoppable
Shivering
Colder than ice, piercing through my body
The rain is wetting my eyes
The storm is controlling my heart
Defeated
Caught
Imprisoned
A world, a body
My cage
Strangers
The clouds my fog
Blind
Blocked
Drenched
The body is nothing but an empty vessel
Rats welcome
Making themselves home
Strangers
Hijacked
Nagging from the inside
Just a puppet
Only some skin and bones
It is a waste
I am
Everything is useless
Failure
This is irreversible pain
The body’s only filling.
Never. Ending.
Changes impossible
The inside is dead
Please help
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
I peered into a sink
and a fish
glared
blankly
at me.
such dull
lifeless eyes
struck me with
a hint of
fatalistic humour,
as if asking me
"what is for dinner?"
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC