I wonder if that’s an expletive or a prayer
Tired of the insecurity of the awareness and the sweat on my chest
A mental workout that stresses my soul
Makes me feel less whole and tired of this hole
They say the world is whole
So why do so many missing pieces appear in my soul
Makes me too tired to re-energise these trees within me
Make my skin clammy without any respite of a sea
I despair at its meager embrace
Yet many tell me to be thankful.
The responsibility of my life was not a choice and yet I am meant to be grateful.
A bitter laugh I resist because that may just end up showing my semblance of hate for you.