Something so tragic

Something so tragic 

I had plans of a bright future once.

A plan of revolutionary romance.

Dreams of beauty and rage…getting out of this cage. 

But life got to me, and now I’m paralyzed, staring into the nothingness disguised as daily life and screaming and crying but no one does listen. 

I look around for a witness.

But blood sweat and tears won’t bring the answer. And I’ve been waiting years, and it’s eating me up, like cancer. 

And I refuse to get up and go, to make a decision, I prefer to stay low, lacking precision.

Because I’m incapable of living, I want to start giving, but what is there to give?

Is it my art or is there something else that lives?

I can’t do what I’m supposed to.

I’ve never been exposed to

Something so tragic.

When all of this is over.

And we stop counting clover 

Stop planning trips to dover

Stop pretending to be sober

When all of this is over

You hide behind the cover

Waiting for closure.

Because it’s finally over