How easy it is for the birds to live without care
For what it’ll eat or wear …
The more I try not to care,
Mere thoughts seems to scare

Graceful it is for the Gazelle to sway

Without stumbling on its way
Hence I try on life’s runway
But Alas!! I dare not say
What an epic fail!!

Where do I go from here …
Emptiness engulfs me
In its coarse and ever so firm grips
Smothering me to bits

I want to give it my all
But life seems to take away its shawl
Leaving me naked, confused and shattered
In cold odious claws… battered!!

To what do I owe this fate?
Drowning deeply in this state
Oh well… I am losing faith
Ever so bending under its weight

Lingering depression at the brink
And my appetite it whets
Coercing me to drink
Of its Goblets

But then I grope
On redemption’s ropes
Hoping not to rot
…..All alone with my thoughts

–Gee’s Corner