Staring into the distant shores of a stone wall.
Held in a constant pause hoping to stand tall.
Always persistent yet still on the verge of a great fall.
Failure insistent struggling to answer life's call.
In the pit of the stomach a churning motion.
As I sit life passes by with such commotion.
I'm gripped by frivolous existential notions.
Oddly uplifted by the fact I am a drop in the ocean.
Retired in exuberant energy to outpour.
Sired so much lacklustre achievement I hit the floor.
Riled and flustered that we all experience this uproar.
Sired a mustered strength to say enough is enough no more.
Dealing with restlessness and defeat as into my problems I burrow.
The feeling that I still often retreat into my minds own furlough.
Now willing to defeat my mental health and break the sorrow.
Still beating myself up but gallantly seeking a brighter tomorrow.