Poetry

How is one expected to live?

How is one expected to live—

with whom life seems pointless

when one has no desire to thrive.

My mind taking a nosedive—

Into a restless sea of awareness.

How is one expected to live?

Life is blurred, no time to take five—

The exertion, giving allure to mindlessness

when one has no desire to thrive.

One's body sore from being alive.

The mind stretched, feeling voiceless.

How is one expected to live?

One is barricaded, without drive—

by insecurities and consciousness

when one has no desire to thrive.

One is pulled apart by being alive—

What is supposed to be joyous?

How is one expected to live—

When one has no desire to thrive?