years of disheartening
disappointments,
continuously plagued
my deteriorating mind.

darkness romanced delusions,
intimidating personal integrity.

fog drizzed mists
of abyssal depression,
denser than Satan’s fevidness.

isolated from human contact,
ive hugged authenticity,

and discovered

relaxing with
a comforting pillow,
that embraces imperfections

is like snuggling
with a lover who adores,
my imperfections.

embracing mortality,
wisdom has shown me,

canoodling myself
is a selfless necessary.