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Chasing Feelings
I want to cry. I long to smile.
Some feeling to wash over me for a while.
Scrolling, relentlessly with my thumb.
Every other part of my body and mind, numb.
'Life is for living', that's what they said.
On the days I was thankful just to exit my bed.
Chasing some feelings locked in a screen.
Staring mundanely at an imaginary dream.
Opportunities abundant. Adventures galore.
Making my bed is a tortuous chore.
Insufferable details. Daily life lessons.
I'll get to those after my anti-depressants.
Getting through the day with a 'comfortably fine'.
No highs. No lows. Simply passing the time.
I want to cry. I want to feel joy.
That ship has left port. Raise the anchor. Ahoy.
Copyright ©
Robert Pirrie
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