Have you ever suffered alone in your room,
Left with feeling distraught,
A type of half anger a quarter fear and a touch of disappointment.
As life has, as they say, a way to build you up and then crumble
Strange! When the previous day was calm even easy.
But today, today is mellow, disorientating, wheezy.
Stuck in your own slumped sweaty body crease.
Your bed is both your friend and a disease.
Daily tasks are struggles not physical but mentally
Nothing stops you from being.
Nothing except the fact your seeing
What no-one else is seeing.
It was a single thought of:
Why are we here?
That set you off on this exponential journey of dread and fear.
That left you in hopelessness, depression in the gut of repression.
The only reason as to why, in a universe so large and infinite
And you so small, so seizing, so indifferent.
The only reason why, could be by accident.
No God gifted word, our life not sent.
Our impact so small, no change, no dent.
We are though something we always forget,
You could say we are in our own lives debt.
We were born from our parents choice but
By our own.
We decide how to live,
We control our depression our questions
And sometimes the question is not worth testing.
Life is debatable. Yes indeed.
Everything's debatable but not everything should be.