Poetry / From the things that make you ill

staring at the ground
to scared to wonder why

lost amongst the reasons
not knowing why you try

searching brings you nothing
on this journey of despair

as you toil desperately
it seems so damn unfair

everywhere such happiness
yet not enough to spare

again you wonder aimlessly
surrounded by your thoughts

and tho' they keep you company
such desolation must be fought

so many sleepless nights have past
and still no answers that you sought

staring at the ground
again or maybe still

praying you recover
from the things thst make you ill
©SMRB