The world revolves around the sun,
Winter, Spring, Summer, now Autumn has come,
Season’s change and I still think of you,
My purpose in life is now askew.
I try so very hard to put on a smile,
A laugh as I pretend not to think for a while.
Underneath I feel like I could explode,
But only I know the disarm code.
Thoughts erupt that I deserve it,
That I wouldn’t be the best fit,
Punishing myself for the onslaught,
Flashing images of that strange-looking clot.
This guilt will only wear me down,
My chest sinks as I start to drown,
I watch as I let the current take me,
Still, I plummet into the sea.