Sailing

‘Choppy waters ahead, Captain, but I see dry land on the horizon’.

‘Drop anchor here then, Sailor, for I’d prefer to die in the storm’.

(Originally Posted 27.03.2019)

Robotic

Take
that
look
off
your
face

You
can
hardly
be
surprised

You
know
my heart
cannot
race

And
I’m
dead
behind
the
eyes

I
went
out
tonight

I tried
and I
failed

All
dreams
are now
curtailed

For that ship,
it seems,
has sailed

Pain helps, momentarily.

It provides a fleeting relief.

Then the numbness returns.

And living inside this emotionless abyss, continues.

The kindness of others never ceases to amaze me…

…But my inability to replicate it does.

Wake up
Wake up 
Wake up

Get up
Get up
Get up

Fuck up
Fuck up
Fuck up

Repeat