A state of somber,
A state of insomnia,
A state of melancholy.
You know, just like you and me, there are millions of people around the globe struggling with their state of well-being, mental health.
We all have different coping mechanisms, which includes seeing a therapist but unfortunately for me and you, from the same fraction of millions of people struggling with their mental health, we can’t afford a therapist to counsel us and so we resort to other obscure mechanisms.
Look! this is not meant to give you the stats or ways of how I or we survive this daily.
Thoughts we are not taught to survive,
Thoughts that detach us from our conscience.
Hold up! This is not a poem neither a life hack about how to survive all this state of obscurity.
A state of unknown feelings, of rages, of disappointments, and dissatisfactions.
A feeling that overwhelms our conscience.
A feeling that confuses us, yet a feeling that forces us to understand our enigmatic dimensions as humans.
These thoughts, these confusions, and these rages!
To me and some of us, this is why we are sad, depressed, confused, and lonely.
We are surviving paranoia, depression, and a lot of things not known to us.
We are residents of the deep state,
The unlit avenues of dark heavy casted thoughts.
We are the somber dignitaries,
Living in a dilemma of ourselves.