3.

keeping myself low

in my view, I'm at the lowest

and the base profile i set for myself

I couldn't ever see through,

the clouds that mummified

the existence within me.

I sense no worth in breathing

when every breathe I sip in

makes the things topsy-turvy,

blurry and blackening.

whom am I to spit upon?

when every nerves stammers

just for single word to protrude

and make its life outside.