Rock Bottom

Running in confusion

Confusion in the form of precious tears

Tears filling my empty void

Ironically, only the empty void surrounds my vicinity of oblivion

Hollowness thy embrace me

Tiredness thy rust me

As I drag forward, my bleak hope lay etched backward

Hopelessness moulds me

To become dipsomaniacal and insomniac

I go high with melancholia,

Row to an archipelago of isles of emotions

I withstand with might,

Perennial cry of thousand tears

Sloping hoping

Dry spells of smiles

Range of self undermine

Only to discover,

Having landed in the cold desert

My stone-cold heart, insensitive to currents of hope

Which try to electrify me back to life

I float, because,

Apparently, I have no gravity of happiness

As I face my last straw

I mock at my depression

“We go together in this enigmatic collaboration”