Deep Dullness

Lone & forgotten creature, got nothing really to do,

So I wake up all night, keep thinking about you.

Life turned funny, & I turned rude,

& like a worm in the apple, Oh Gosh I just screwed.

Last night I was a poet; today I’m just a moron,

Writer by hobby, brooder by profession.

The dreams were so high, & I had worked so hard,

I proved myself, & then just fell apart.

Incomplete poems, & undone dreams,

Tears that cut like a laser beam.

Unspoken to & forever alone,

My life has turned out to be an unpicked phone.

Vocabulary murdered, skills lost,

I think my life has double crossed.

Angry…

Tired…

Lone !!