I’ve fallen to the bottom rung
Not really hanging on
Merely existing
Surrounded by depression
And chaos of body and mind.
I’m sitting at rock bottom,
Amidst the piles of clutter
Closing in on me until
I can’t see what used
To be there.
I’m sitting in a puddle of shit,
Clinging to anything that
Might become real
Waiting for the other
Shoe to fall
Just waiting…..