Perhaps I should just freestyle,
Because I haven’t written a rhyme in a while
And my thoughts bring no smiles
To this face, weather beaten and frown lines distinct
Since my basic instinct
Remains survival.
Yet in this jungle
Sustenance there is none and im all but done
Strength has waned
For positivity seems like a lyrical fallacy
As in my though infancy
All I can still see
Remain the closing doors and the lack of windows
The tomorrow I feared came yesterday
And in my bed did I lay
And I thought to pray
Perhaps it would offer my spirit a stay
The hours though went away
And still there remained no way….