SOS

The morning light waking me from my slumber,

With eyes puffed I remembered.

The feeling of surrender,

Emptiness it resembled.

I was used to it now,

Waking up feeling nothing.

 With the words thorough,

I could see my mind fleeting.

Away and away and away.

With a cup of anger

Tablespoon of laziness,

And a pinch of hatred

Nothingness was creating my recipe.

A ray of light was what I hoped for,

But it seemed the sky was only cloudy.

All the thunder did was a roar,

But words which came out were all untidy.

So I waited.

I waited for the ray.

With my head in front of a bullet,

I hoped for my days to stop being grey.