Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are is my second version of this prompt:
the depression prize
was awarded to the man
stuck in the shadows.
the depression prize
was awarded: it’s nothing;
same as the old one.
eye on the prize, they
said, but they didn’t warn me that
the abyss was it.
I’m a prize fighter:
depression, anxiety
in round after round.
the relationship
was prize enough, but it was
left in the glass box.
the break-up prize is
to wheel yourself to slaughter
day in, and day out.
prize me, polish me,
and keep me on your mantle;
I will like it there.
prize the day when the
sun reaches through dark curtains
to touch my cold skin.
life is not so much a
prize, although we strive for it,
but playing the game.
lost, numb man finds the
prize at the end of his fall,
but can’t enjoy it.