Grasping onto nothing
I can no longer hold on
My grip loosens
Every time you open your mouth
Grasping onto nothing
I have no more reason
To hold on
To this life
Grasping on to nothing
I can no longer remember
The last time
I had hope
My SEO plugin is telling me to write a little more about this poem to get my word count up. What is this poem about? Nothing really. I’m still on cough syrup and loving the poetry that its helping me create. Was this bout of the flu a blessing in disguise? My therapists advised me to look at things in a more optimistic way. Apparently I’m a chronic pessimist. She tells me to think about the positives. I’m trying.
This poem isn’t me being depressed. Or wanting to give up. Because I don’t want to give up. There are still too many people left in the world I want to annoy. That counts as optimistic, right? Right. That’s about as optimistic as Lifesfinewhine is going to get. Are you guys enjoying this explanation with no actual explanation? I am very much enjoying it, you know how much I like to ramble and whine. And the cough syrup makes me particularly whiney, Ask literally anyone I know. Or any of my neighbours because I’m pretty (okay, very extremely) loud and the walls are kind of thin.
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