With every flaming tear drop I reprimand myself for not preparing for the obvious eventuality.
Had the ludicrous idea of immortality closed off the curtain on practicality?
My constantly wrestling mind stations me at a place of insanity.
No doubt that my personality has lost its melody.
I am daily squeezed of vitality, oh! What a nasty reality.
Hopelessness and agony insidiously becoming a normality.
Attempts to comfort my soul are in vain at the realisation that I still feel empty.
Fatality is so appealing, only short of an opportunity.
Voice of reason argues its sheer stupidity.
Despair responds yelling functionality no longer has capacity.
Can the voice’s plee be considered when break downs have become a familiarity?
I guess I will always wonder how I was gradually then suddenly encircled with so much negativity.
Dear God remind me how to once again make life a priority.
Ignite the fire for productivity against all adversity.
Whisper ability as my identity through the work accomplished at calvary.
All of this is a necessity, for without you doing this life thing I have no strategy.