he is in so much pain
that his world
is under general anaesthetic
every morning
the bitter and stale black coffee
barely jumpstarts his heartbeat
every commute to work
is like driving in
a sound proof booth
traffic moves like tropical fish
in a tank
every human interaction he has
resembles Pecking opera
too loud
too strenuous
too much makeup plastered on
he is so exhausted
that the night
becomes the tomb
where he finally
lays to rest
What a sad life he has. 😦
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Yea it amplifies the depressive state one is in.
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