Unmelodious Malady
Life’s become a complex chord progression. A tainted tune of regression and oppression. Unsteady tempos, misjudged maladies. Lethargy knows no lullaby to put a soul at ease. Misshaped notes run on repeat, countless days of pain pulsed beats. Irregular rhythms, severed thought, a sound-maimed mind, twisted taut. Enforced solitude, distorted tones, countless hours all alone. Darkened days, dissonance prolonged. Repetition of a one line chorus to an unmelodic song. “You can’t draw peace from an unpredictable pacemaker.” Keep on pushing to prove that wrong.