Rumbling, stumbling
—there is no rest for me
I claw my way
I slog my path
—to nothing
I live day by day
I overthink until
the sun greets me
in my bed
Humbling, embalming
—there is no reprieve for me
problems come
people go
So I feel pity
I trudge in anger
I curl in shame
—the moon tells me
I am not enough
Rumbling, stumbling
every day is a mess
as I chafe and suffer
I overlook friends
and forever
until there is nothing
left of my dreams
but rubble
the stars rain on me
—just to say that
I am forever will be—
Rumbling, stumbling
a bundle of emotions
—too messy to keep living