Expired
4/22/25
I went to wash my clothes today,
and in my pants pocket was my old passport.
Inside, a happy, skinny bright young man looked back at me.
He had light in his eyes and dreams in his heart.
How foreign this stranger seemed to me.
Once a fountain of creative mindfulness,
now a sink hole of utter pitch black despair.
How fourteen years can change everything.
Just like my passport, I’ve expired- I’m done.
The dull sinking darkness in my heart is settled.
The vapid void of joy is instilled deep in my soul.
Nestled within my being is a shame I can’t shake,
I’m constantly hiding from reality with whatever I can find.
I fear I’m going to lose it all- my love, my house, my life.
Nothing brings me joy like it used to, only annoyance.
Fear overwhelms me at the thought of simply living.
