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The Routine
Sometimes I wake up,
And it feels like a depressing day.
So, I set my mood organ to despair.
I'd rather not have to deal
With any mood swings.
Why feel hope if it will go nowhere?
I take a shower in despair.
I get dressed in despair.
I eat breakfast in despair.
I lock my door in despair.
I live my day in despair.
When I get home
I tune my mood organ to self reflection
As I wind down.
Lastly as I ready for sleep
I set my mood organ to anxious insomnia,
Until around twelve.
At that point
I retire my mood organ,
And sleep.
Sometime I don't know what to feel.
Sometime I just don't know how to feel.
I lay in nothingness.
I drift off in nothingness.
I sleep in nothingness.
I dream in nothingness.
I awake in depression.
And it feels like a depressing day.
So, I set my mood organ to despair.
I'd rather not have to deal
With any mood swings.
Why feel hope if it will go nowhere?
I take a shower in despair.
I get dressed in despair.
I eat breakfast in despair.
I lock my door in despair.
I live my day in despair.
When I get home
I tune my mood organ to self reflection
As I wind down.
Lastly as I ready for sleep
I set my mood organ to anxious insomnia,
Until around twelve.
At that point
I retire my mood organ,
And sleep.
Sometime I don't know what to feel.
Sometime I just don't know how to feel.
I lay in nothingness.
I drift off in nothingness.
I sleep in nothingness.
I dream in nothingness.
I awake in depression.
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