Why does it all feel the same?

Lately, life has lost a lot

Of what it used to mean.

I lost a load of weight

after being heavy my whole life

and clothes are much less snug

but getting up takes as long.

Miserable in my job,

I returned to school to leave

and in my final year

I’ve lost my lust for graduation.

The love of my life left me alone

which lit a look for what I lack

and leering inside I found a light

but now I fear all connections.

What if I gain it back?

What if it’s all the same?

What if they leave too?

This epitomizes my being

and leaves me only

listless, lonely, and lost.

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