Unable to move forward
Pressing down on the gas pedal does no good...
And why should it? I'm running on empty.
I am draped in darkness.
Wrapped in blinding light.
Feeling my way blindly either way.
I feel shrouded in a cloud.
A cold, damp cloud. A heavy, humid cloud.
Pressed to the ground, unable to breathe.
My heart feels withered, dry and brittle
Comforted by nothing.
Though I am surrounded by love,
Friends and Family and Man's best friend,
I feel bereft of love. Empty and hollow.
Though I wonder how I can feel anything at all, numb as I am.
Apathy and anger coexist, though I do not know how.
Tomorrow brings another day, bright with hope and possibilities,
But already I want to sleep it away.
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