A silent plea
I wade forlorn 'n fazed But fall flat The 'new-normal' inundates me I perdure Damned 'n dazed Yet intact Awaiting the gay repartee
"You're better off than most" I am spieled They spurn 'n sneer my foible vile I relinquish the coast Tough yet keeled Blinking back brine behind my smile I exscind my sour soul Lay it out Crimson clots cloister all around My belly a blackhole Beats about Hollering aloud sans a sound***
Author’s note-
It’s an attempt to underline the predicaments of people suffering from depression and anxiety, which are amplified in the face of the pandemic.[ratemypost]