Desert Of Despair Poem by g george

Unproductive, and a feel of  desert I harbor
To my creator, an ask I make,
Hope I hold, yet my anticipations for change abandoned

A choice I made, on my bed  I have to lie
A nightmare  I ascribed to,
Neglect and disappointment I struggle with
Pale and adrift my norm,
How could I not project this?

Pain I hold, but numb, I don't care badge I wear, not me,
A feeling to get involved and know,
Wonder I live one, perhaps it's the norm
Does anything but drudgery exist within these walls

Love for stuff once loved I lose, writing feels tedious
Thoughts clog my mind, strength to tend to all not any
I can't diagnose what I feel anymore
Rise early to wait to tire to bed, distraught

Perhaps it's all me, hoping for what's broken to mend
When none exists, longer I know I am
A vaccum in me, and loneliness it exudes
Prejudice ascertained, how could I thrive

A savior I need, to rid me of -
Of this nightmare that's my normalcy

@ggeorge