Written 8/7/2020 Before Labor Day
-Today was another day that could count as one of the worst days of my life.-
Barely floating with my head above the surface
Of dark yet calm waters, I ponder
What the warmer oceans may feel like.
With romantic impulses instead of anxious fright.
Ones that aren’t barren and frozen over.
I lost my best friend today along with
More than I could ever imagine.
It’s such a tragic time of today for all.
I write to document the webbed array
Of chaotic madness
And the escapable sadness
That lingers as a result.
I’m alone but it took until now for me
To fully grasp that I’ve always been.
There were only a few I could ever depend
Upon and now that’s gone,
As their leniency and patience with me
Grew thinner than straw.
Attempts to make amends to an