sometimes I wonder why we even try
I wonder why we have to die
If life were simple
everything would be fine
but I know that’s a lie
a delusion to help calm the mind
trying to keep sane in self imposed isolation
trying to feel alive; a harmful situation
trying to decide what to do
but end up doing nothing at all
a fading image of a man walking down the hall
fading into a dark abyss
curling up in the warm embrace
the familiar blanket of death awaits
maybe that’s my fate