Been slacking.
Dearth of Poetry,
Influenced by Depression.
Peeking through even insane doses,
Of antidepressants.
What does emerge from my psyche –
Is old hat:
An urge to die.
Craving for oblivion.
I’ve always worshipped,
& warred against Entropy,
In equal measures.
Fighting,
Until I can’t anymore.
Dearth Of Poetry.
