Middleaged Overweight Trauma Poem by Marc Hurkmans

My life just left me, but I really don’t care
I choke on my heartbeat, and stare and stare

No more activity, I’m bored till I die
another weekend, don’t ask me why

So many dreams that never came true, I should have
dragged my own life through the fire and burn

But now I sit here like an overfed whale, spitting,
and my mind slips away all the time

Middle-aged overweight trauma,
what can you do

Middleweight over-aged drama,
what can I do

Nobody left, no solution at all,
nothing remains as I crawl and crawl

Irony takes place of the truth,
how I laugh at the youth

The kids grow up and they hate my guts

They know all too well that I’m finished for good