daily prompt

A little emotion for the end of the day

Just fry up my soul now and serve me on a platter.

To be so broken, your pieces are too jagged to be mended. 

To be lost, there is no end to this maze you’re trapped in.

To be too exhausted, but there is no cave of relief; the hunter never lets the bear sleep.

To be completely alone; try to shout, nobody will hear you.

You scratch at the hole for a glimpse of light but darkness consumes your every bit.

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First Daily Prompt

I keep drowning in life; the waves keep knocking me down, I’m grasping for a breath, and all I can do now is chuckle.

My toddler screams if my attention is somewhere other than him for a minute; another human is handcuffed to me with no chance of a key to break free; my ears ring with cries, and all I can do now is chuckle.

I’m broke, exhausted, lost, alone, faded, numb, stuck, and all I can do now is chuckle.

I want to give up, I want to crawl into a hole, I want to hibernate for days, I want to smile, I want to experience happiness, I want to see the light again, but all I can do now is chuckle.