Summertime Emptiness

I will be doomed,

this too, shall pass,

but I will be doomed,

till the sun comes again 

my broken cup will be filled with coffee 

my fingers burned by the stove

my happiness will over come it

until my afternoon misery hits again,

staring into screens, 

the light hitting me, disturbing my dimness

the words in my ears broken into silence

and then, I let myself apart

I fall into the void of unknownness 

of what tomorrow would bring, 

and by the time the sun sets 

I will be laying down

and throughout the night 

I will be doomed again*

 

*written under the effect of sleep deprivation during the semester of summer 2021