Cephalic Correspondence Poem by Jean Eugene Guan

My mind goes down the drain,
Like the water drenched with dirt.
Down to a hole that is bottomless
Repressed by any form of mirth.
I just do not know how to see myself
To deal the savage life that I have.
And I flow out to the murky firth,
Where I float alone as I had.

I look up to the heavenly skies,
Stare them with my impassive eyes.
Waiting for something to take me,
A beast that will devour
or a man that will salvage me.

Then I began to ask myself,
Why did I live to a point of refutation
To feel a bit aloof to what the world has.
Wanting what is not in my possession.
My thoughts scattered just cannot cohere.
I have a life that is enough for me.
Yet I seem to find that I feel empty,
That there is something that is less inside.
Still, I can't find what seems to be missing,
Those pessimistic dark thoughts all reside.
Lost, I'm just lost within my own self.
A man that wanders on the sea of depression.
I stay floating feeling obtuse to the horizon.