Life Goes On

I know that chocking feeling of redundancy Like your calamities were always inevitable, Life its self simply shunned your existence Reduced you to nothing, but squalor As the world wipes its feet On what used to be you face. I know how it feels to be trapped In an endless cyclone called stress Where worries and joys swap lanes And you left drowning in your pool of blood Because mother earth left one miss call for you: “Didn’t you hear, I do not care”.