I’m so sad.
All my dreams are bad.
Nothing much left but medication
To keep my life awakened.
I have nothing.
Nothing to wake me up to.
Nothing to drive too
No baby to wake up to her cry
Nothing just dry.
I don’t want to die.
I just have to keep on going.
Just keep on floating on mother ocean
Spring is here and that’s it’s not the
End of it all
But a new beginning.
Of prosperity and good feelings.
No more witches in my dreams.
Of new births and new celebrations
Less heartache from medications
More yoga stances more chanting
More finding meaning and answers.
More published books
More life liven less thoughts of the here-after
More angels singing, more divine love given
Less mental enslavement
Entanglement and prison.
Less talk of prophecy by witches who brutally assault me while I’m sleeping
I need it to keep breathing.
I need it to find meaning.
I need hope to believe I belong here.
To keep down the
Mounting frustration and fear
And ill will from people around here.
Surround myself with love
And keep my heart in tact.
I wish I didn’t have to take medication
But I do
And that’s that.
And I have vivid dreams and my mind
Is a strong enemy.
I need to find more friends
And positivity in life
To aid me
To heal me
To keep the anxiety down to a minimum.
To keep my stomach fuel of food
And keep my heart pure and true
And no longer claim to be a
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.