April 23rd, 2019


Melancholy sets in.
Trapped in a downward spiral.
Questioning my worth.
Loss of desire and hope.
Searching for purpose,
But none is found.
Nothing seems worth doing.
Inner struggling consumes me.
Unavoidable suffering.
Unable to sleep.
Unable to eat.
Mourning for myself.
Caught in a snare.
One full of despair.
Waiting desperately for an end.
For the pain to subside.
Lost and unable to find my way.
Thoughts of madness.
Weeping in sadness.
But no tears will come.
Do anything for it to end...

Wes D. Sturdevant