Eyes were opening,and I quickly shut them tight,
to convince myself,I hadn’t woke up.
Waking up,the first mistake of the day.Regret,begins to flow with my blood.
I lay there hesitating to move,fearful of my next mistake to rise.
Rise from my only true sanctuary.The world waits outside my window,eager
to bear down on me,its thick sophication,and its crushing weight.
I pull the covers over my head,warm and safe,like in mothers womb.
I lay there in rebellion to routine,until time pulls me from my bed
And drags me off like a roman guard to the slave fields
Too weak to cry,my spirit vomits and heaves,sick and dying
Trapped in this fleshy organism,created out of a blissful moment
The rooms are all dark,and silent,like a place of mourning.
The angels lower their heads and turn away,in an unintentional display of guilt.
The mood is damp and heavy,as I lay on a cold wet ground
I pray for warmth and overwhelming relief.I need to be free
My skin looks gray in this shade of lacking light,The day continues without my will
I leave my home,and I wanted to cry,I know its wrong to leave.
The laboring day ends,the journey home complete.
Simple contentness ,and I almost smile.The thought of tomarrow quickly straightens
Dread still exists and slowly grows in my mind,like a mold.
But I’ll dwell on the moment,A slight sense of peace.
And hold on to that,and ride it off into slumber.
The gloom that shades us