I can‘t get up, when I am down.
I turn my TV on.
The world passes by and
it’s time to breathe again.
I can‘t get up, when I am down.
I turn the radio on.
I watch myself disappear
through the light.
Melancholy drowns my heart
with years of wasted time.
I can‘t get up, when I am down.
There’s nothing to turn on.
The loneliness grows and
fills my frozen body.
Melancholy drowns my heart
with years of wasted time.
© Michael Weisshaupt, 2015