Self Destruct

Voltorb was an oddity

(so thought a child’s mind)

but on the far horizon,

there was a truth to find.

Food has brought me comfort,

to fill an empty space.

Not just a woeful hunger,

for which I stuff my face.

Then sleeping was the answer,

avoidance of the world.

Finding hope and shelter,

beneath the sheets I curled.

With neither of these working,

I dove into my job.

With all consuming focus,

I fought off every sob.

So is the way of living,

with our search for hope.

Everyone is struggling,

a different way to cope.