A silent plea

I wade forlorn ‘n fazed
But fall flat
The ‘new-normal’ inundates me
I perdure Damned ‘n dazed
Yet intact
Awaiting the gay repartee

“You’re better off than most”
I am spieled 
They spurn ‘n sneer my foible vile 
I relinquish the coast
Tough yet keeled
Blinking back brine behind my smile

I exscind my sour soul
Lay it out
Crimson clots cloister all around
My belly a blackhole
Beats about
Hollering aloud sans a sound

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Author’s note-

It’s an attempt to underline the predicaments of people suffering from depression and anxiety, which are amplified in the face of the pandemic.

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